"You may give quarters to such cattle if you like it yourself, Harry Wynd; but the same house shall not quarter that trumpery quean and me, and of that you may assure yourself." "Your mother is angry with me," said Louise, misconstruing the connexion of the parties.

"I will not remain to give her any offence.

If there is a stable or a cowhouse, an empty stall will be bed enough for Charlot and me." "Ay--ay, I am thinking it is the quarters you are best used to," said Dame Shoolbred.
"Harkye, Nurse Shoolbred," said the smith.

"You know I love you for your own sake and for my mother's; but by St.Dunstan, who was a saint of my own craft, I will have the command of my own house; and if you leave me without any better reason but your own nonsensical suspicions, you must think how you will have the door open to you when you return; for you shall have no help of mine, I promise you." "Aweel, my bairn, and that will never make me risk the honest name I have kept for sixty years.

It was never your mother's custom, and it shall never be mine, to take up with ranters, and jugglers, and singing women; and I am not so far to seek for a dwelling, that the same roof should cover me and a tramping princess like that." With this the refractory gouvernante began in great hurry to adjust her tartan mantle for going abroad, by pulling it so forwards as to conceal the white linen cap, the edges of which bordered her shrivelled but still fresh and healthful countenance.