"Come in!" "It's unco late, my dear," said Kirstie, affecting unwillingness.
"No, no," he answered, "not at all.

Come in, if you want a crack.

I am not sleepy, God knows!" She advanced, took a chair by the toilet table and the candle, and set the rushlight at her foot.

Something--it might be in the comparative disorder of her dress, it might be the emotion that now welled in her bosom--had touched her with a wand of transformation, and she seemed young with the youth of goddesses.
"Mr.Erchie," she began, "what's this that's come to ye ?" "I am not aware of anything that has come," said Archie, and blushed, and repented bitterly that he had let her in.
"O, my dear, that'll no dae!" said Kirstie.

"It's ill to blend the eyes of love.