"There's na moon yit, and t'wind's high as iver.

Good neet, Mary; it's like ye'll be a' thrang eneuf to-morrow wi' the feast for the berryin', and it's like eneuf ma mistress and laal Liza will be ower at the windin'." The dame sighed audibly.
"And keep up a blithe heart, Mary.

Remember, he that has gude crops may thole some thistles." When the door had closed behind the weaver, Willy came back to the kitchen from his little room.
"Ralph not home yet ?" he said, addressing Rotha.
"Not yet," the girl answered, trying vainly to conceal some uneasiness.
"I wonder what Robbie Anderson wanted with him?
He was here twice, you know, in the morning.

And the schoolmaster--what could little Monsey have to say that he looked so eager?
It is not his way." "Be sure it was nothing out of the common," said Rotha.

"What happened last night makes us all so nervous." "True; but there was a strange look about both of them--at least I thought so, though I didn't heed it then.