'And so there is some particular direction that you wish to go in ?' said she.
'O,' said I, following her example, 'I am by no means such a vagrant as you suppose.

I have good friends, if I could get to them, for which all I want is to be once clear of Scotland; and I have money for the road.' And I produced my bundle.
'English bank-notes ?' she said.

'That's not very handy for Scotland.
It's been some fool of an Englishman that's given you these, I'm thinking.

How much is it ?' 'I declare to heaven I never thought to count!' I exclaimed.

'But that is soon remedied.' And I counted out ten notes of ten pound each, all in the name of Abraham Newlands, and five bills of country bankers for as many guineas.
'One hundred and twenty six pound five,' cried the old lady.