Menie and Merran and Willy kept a stolid air, with only now and then a sidelong half-smile or nudging request for this or that.

Elspeth ate little, sat with her brown eyes fixed out of the window.

Robin Greenlaw ate heartily enough, but he had an air distrait, and once or twice he frowned.

But Jenny Barrow could not long keep still and incurious, even upon the Sabbath day.
"Eh, Robin, what was your crack with the laird ?" "He wants to buy Warlock for James Jardine.

He's got his ensign's commission to go fight the French." "Eh, he'll be a bonny lad on Warlock! I thought you wadna sell him ?" "I'll sell to Glenfernie." The farmer spoke from the head of the table.