"“Ah weel,” said Rob Anybody, “ye are still our big wee hag.” “That may or may not be the case,” said Tiffany haughtily, “but I am a lot more big and considerably less wee than I used to be.” “And a lot more hag,” said a jolly voice. Tiffany did not have to look to know who was talking. Only Daft Wullie could put his foot in it as far up as his neck."