" Willie was an excellent teacher, though a severe disciplinarian.

Willie was a feeble child, with hair of lighter brown and eyes of azure blue, that betrayed a noble soul in their very depths.

But you said, as springtime Would their buds restore, Willie would in heaven Be forevermore.

This would have been easy enough also without going far from the door, but both Willie and his father were practical men, and therefore could not be content with merely doing good: they wanted to do as much good as they could.

But Willie was a peculiar little fellow, and began to reason with himself whether he had any right to put his own name on the slate.

Willie was a good deal more than nine years of age before he could read a single word.

Jack was bright and clever, Ned was a wag, Willie was a book-worm, and Carl was a born trader.

And Willie was philosopher enough to say to himself, that all this fainting and reviving, all this defeat and conquest, were but appearances; that the moon was her own bright self all the time, basking contented in the light of her sun, between whom and her the cloud could not creep, only between her and Willie.

The song of Annie Laurie was written by William Douglas, of Fingland, in the stewardry of Kirkcud'bright, hero of the song Willie was a Wanton Wag.

Willie was a boy of this kind.

Willie was a good deal more than nine years of age before he could read a single word.