this time it ran up a burnside till it came to a little cottage standing among the heather . here the goodwife was making porridge for the supper in a pot over the fire , and her husband was sitting in a corner plaiting ropes of straw with which to tie up the cow . " oh , jock ! come here , come here , " cried the goodwife . " you are crying for a little bannock for your supper ; come here , histie , quick , and help me to catch it . " " ay , ay , " assented jock , jumping to his feet and hurrying across the little room . " but where is it ? i can not see it . " " there , man , there , " cried his wife , " under that chair . run thou to that side ; i will keep to this . "
where did the bannock escape to after running away from the farmhouse ?
a little cottage standing among the heather .
a little cottage .