"When I find her and the fellow skulking out of sight, like a farm hand and a dairy-maid!" Kit raised his head and his eyes sparkled.

"In a sense, I am a farm hand; but it would be better if you kept your hard words for me." "There are verra good dairymaids; modest, hardworking lasses," Peter remarked.
"It's rather late to play the part of a rustic cavalier, if that is what you meant," Osborn said to Kit with a sneer, and then turned to Peter.

"I am forced to own that the girl deserves some blame.

Although she's impulsive and unconventional, she ought to have seen it was ridiculous to let your son imagine they could be friends." "You think that was ridiculous ?" "Of course," said Osborn, with haughty surprise.

"The absurdity of the thing is obvious." "Weel," said Peter dryly, "I reckon they might be friends without much harm, though I wadn't have them gan farther.