So, about the middle of Cosmo's breakfast, that is about two minutes after he had attacked his porridge, she approached her design, if not exactly the object she desired, with the remark, "Did ye never hear the auld saw, sir-- "Whaur's neither sun nor mune, Laich things come abune-- ?" "I 'maist think I have, Grizzie," answered the laird.
"But what gars ye come ower 't noo ?" "I canna but think, sir," returned Grizzie, "as I lie i' the mirk, o' the heap o' things 'at gang to nae kirk, oot an' aboot as sharp as a gled, whan the young laird is no in his bed--oot wi' 's algibbry an' astronomy, an' a' that kin' o' thing!'Deed, sir, it wadna be canny gien they cam to ken o' 't." "Wha come to ken o' what, Grizzie ?" asked the laird with a twinkle in his eye, and a glance at Cosmo, who sat gazing curiously at the old woman.
"Them 'at the saw speyks o', sir," said Grizzie, answering the first part of the double question, as she placed two boiled eggs before her master.
The laird smiled: he was too kind to laugh.

Not a few laughed at old Grizzie, but never the laird.
"Did YE never hear the auld saw, Grizzie," he said: "Throu the heather an' how gaed the creepin' thing, But abune was the waught o' an angel's wing-- ?" "Ay, I hae h'ard it--naegait 'cep' here i' this hoose," answered Grizzie: she would disparage the authority of the saying by a doubt as to its genuineness.

"But, sir, ye sud never temp' providence.
Wha kens what may be oot i' the nicht ?" "To HIM, Grizzie, the nicht shineth as the day." "Weel, sir," cried Grizzie, "Ye jist pit me 'at I dinna ken mysel'! Is't poassible ye hae forgotten what's sae weel kent to a' the cuintry roon' ?--the auld captain,'at canna lie still in's grave, because o'-- because o' whatever the rizzon may be?
Onygait he's no laid yet; an' some thinks he's doomed to haunt the hoose till the day o' jeedgment." "I suspec' there winna be muckle o' the hoose left for him to haunt 'gen that time, Grizzie," said the laird.

"But what for sud ye put sic fule things intil the bairn's heid?
An' gien the ghaist haunt the hoose, isna he better oot o' 't?
Wad ye hae him come hame to sic company ?" This posed Grizzie, and she held her peace for the time.
"Come, Cosmo," said the laird rising; and they set out together for Mr.Simon's cottage..