I'll sen' the laddies to luik for her." "Na, na, never min'.

Gin she disna want to see me, I'm sure I needna want to see her.

I'll awa doon the toon," said Margaret, her face growing very red as she spoke.
She bustled out of the shop, too angry with Annie to say farewell to Bruce.

She had not gone far, however, before Annie came running out of a narrow close, almost into her aunt's arms.

But there was no refuge for her there.
"Ye little limmer!" cried Margaret, seizing her by the shoulder, "what gart ye rin awa'?
I dinna want ye, ye brat!" "I didna rin awa', Auntie." "Robert Bruce cried on ye to come in, himsel'." "It wis himsel' that sent me to Laurie Lumley's to tell him to come till him direckly." Margaret could not make "head or tail" of it.