"Well," she said, "I must say this churn's a funny one; it seems to make you as red as 'Becca's turkey, whether you're working at it or lookin' at some one else." "Do you think I could listen to all that praise of myself and not blush ?" said Rotha, turning aside.
"I could--just try me and see," responded Liza, with a laugh.

"That's nothing to what Nabob Johnny said to me once, and I gave him a slap over the lug for it, the strutting and smirking old peacock.

Why, he's all lace--lace at his neck and at his wrists, and on his--" "You didn't favor _him_ much, Liza." "No, but Daddie did; and he said" (the wicked little witch imitated her father's voice and manner), "'Hark ye, lass, ye must hev him and then ye'll be yan o' his heirs!' He wants one or two, I says, 'for the old carle would be bald but for the three that are left on his crown.'" "Well, but what about Robbie Anderson ?" said Rotha, regaining her composure, with a laugh.
At this question Liza's manner underwent a change.

The perky chirpness that had a dash of wickedness, not to say of spite, in it, entirely disappeared.

Dropping her head and her voice together, she answered,-- "I don't know what's come over the lad.