When Penny next opened her eyes, Mrs. Fergus was standing smiling by her bed, a loaded tray in her hands.
"Och, your father got his bus quite the thing," she was saying, "and a real nice morning her got for the crossing. And did you sleep well, my wee lassie?"
"Yes, no - well, I must have, I suppose, thank you, Mrs. Fergus," said peeny, "but there was a most extraordinary noise like a - like a - well, I don't know what it was like, a kind of croaking-"
"Och, that would be the old corncrake," said Mrs. Fergus, "over in the hayfield. Whiles we are fair deeved with his noise...."
From PENNY FOOLISH, Chapter 2, The Minister's Children.