Janet's a silly body, but she means no ill, and her mother is demented at the loss of her.

So I have come for Janet." Her cool eyes ran over the assembly till they lighted on the one I had already noted as more decent-like than the rest.

At the sight of the girl the woman bobbed a curtsy.
"Come out of it, silly Janet," said she on the horse; "you'll never make a Sweet-Singer, for there's not a notion of a tune in your head." "It's not singing that I seek, my leddy," said the woman, blushing.

"I follow the call o' the Lord by the mouth o' His servant, John Gib." "You'll follow the call of your mother by the mouth of me, Elspeth Blair.

Forget these havers, Janet, and come back like a good Christian soul.