Oh, there's mony a bonny place in my nain bonny toon, but there's nain so hamely like as the cemetery." She sat shaking in the chair, and they thought she was to say no more, but presently she rose excitedly, and with a vehemence that made them shrink from her she cried: "I winna lie in London! tell Aaron Latta that; I winna lie in London!" For a few more days she trudged to her work, and after that she seldom left her bed.

She had no longer strength to coax up the phlegm, and a doctor brought in by Shovel's mother warned her that her days were near an end.

Then she wrote her last letter to Thrums, Tommy and Elspeth standing by to pick up the pen when it fell from her feeble hand, and in the intervals she told them that she was Jean Myles.
"And if I die and Aaron hasna come," she said, "you maun just gang to auld Petey and tell him wha you are." "But how can you be Jean Myles ?" asked astounded Tommy.

"You ain't a grand lady and--" His mother looked at Elspeth.

"No' afore her," she besought him; but before he set off to post the letter she said: "Come canny into my bed the night, when Elspeth 's sleeping, and syne I'll tell you all there is to tell about Jean Myles." "Tell me now whether the letter is to Aaron Latta ?" "It's for him," she said, "but it's no' to him.