I ken best how to turn my ain cake.

Jean, serve up the dinner, and nae mair about it." Nor did he again allude to the deficiency in the course of the evening.
Meantime, the foreman, mounted on his master's steed, and charged with his special orders, pricked swiftly forth in pursuit of the marauder Caleb.

That personage, it may be imagined, did not linger by the way.

He intermitted even his dearly-beloved chatter, for the purpose of making more haste, only assuring Mr.Lockhard that he had made the purveyor's wife give the wild-fowl a few turns before the fire, in case that Mysie, who had been so much alarmed by the thunder, should not have her kitchen-grate in full splendour.

Meanwhile, alleging the necessity of being at Wolf's Crag as soon as possible, he pushed on so fast that his companions could scarce keep up with him.