I would speak to you about it, as is right." "Wha is she ?" "Your granddaughter Elspeth." Silence, while the shadows of the trees in the vale below grew longer and longer.

Then said White Farm: "She isna what they call your equal in station.

And she has nae tocher or as good as nane." "For the last I have enough for us both.

For the first the springs of Barrow and Jardine, back in Time's mountains, are much the same.
Scotland's not the country to bother overmuch if the one stream goes, in a certain place, through a good farm, and the other by a not over-rich laird's house." "Are ye Whig and Kirk like your father ?" "I am Whig--until something more to the dawn than that comes up.

For the Kirk ...