There's nae such thing as a newspaper ever darkens my doors.

Ye've got the Auld and New Testaments in your bedchambers, and the natural history o' Pairthshire on the coffee-room table--and if that's no' reading eneugh for ye, ye may een gae back South again, and get the rest of it there." This was the inn at which Anne Silvester had appeared alone, with nothing but a little bag in her hand.

This was the woman whose reluctance to receive her she innocently expected to overcome by showing her purse.
"Mention your charge for the rooms," she said.

"I am willing to pay for them beforehand." Her majesty, Mrs.Inchbare, never even looked at her subject's poor little purse.
"It just comes to this, mistress," she answered.

"I'm no' free to tak' your money, if I'm no' free to let ye the last rooms left in the hoose.
The Craig Fernie hottle is a faimily hottle--and has its ain gude name to keep up.