She had a sharply-cut face, the rudiments of a beard, big spectacles on her nose, and an old-fashioned lace cap on her smooth white hair.

A little grim she looked at first sight, because of her thin lips and roman nose, but her mild curious eyes corrected the impression and gave the envoy confidence.
"Good afternoon, mistress," he said, broadening his voice to something more rustical than his normal Glasgow speech.

"Me and my friend are paying our first visit here, and we're terrible taken up with the place.

We would like to bide the night, but the inn is no' taking folk.

Is there any chance, think you, of a bed here ?" "I'll no tell ye a lee," said the woman.