The very small pilot tried to look her up and down, but only managed to look her up and farther up. “Who’s the wee bigjob who knows sich a lot aboot aviation?” he said. Rob Anybody coughed. “She’s the hag, Hamish. Spawn o’ Granny Aching.” Hamish’s expression changed to a look of terror. “I didna mean to speak out o’ turn, mistress,” he said, backing away.
