But the meat I press on your attention.

And I would not wonder but I could find something for your private ear that would be worth the stopping for." "Mistress Grant," said I, "I believe I am already your debtor for some merry words--and I think they were kind too--on a piece of unsigned paper." "Unsigned paper ?" says she, and made a droll face, which was likewise wondrous beautiful, as of one trying to remember.
"Or else I am the more deceived," I went on.

"But to be sure, we shall have the time to speak of these, since your father is so good as to make me for a while your inmate; and the _gomeral_ begs you at this time only for the favour of his liberty." "You give yourself hard names," said she.
"Mr.Doig and I would be blythe to take harder at your clever pen," says I.
"Once more I have to admire the discretion of all men-folk," she replied.

"But if you will not eat, off with you at once; you will be back the sooner, for you go on a fool's errand.

Off with you, Mr.
David," she continued, opening the door.
"He has lowpen on his bonny grey, He rade the richt gate and the ready; I trow he would neither stint nor stay, Far he was seeking his bonny leddy." I did not wait to be twice bidden, and did justice to Miss Grant's citation on the way to Dean.
Old Lady Allardyce walked there alone in the garden, in her hat and mutch, and having a silver-mounted staff of some black wood to lean upon.