"Your uncle told me you were at school." "Near London," she answered.
"Ah! that accounts for your beautiful speech." "There again.

I declare I will wake my uncle if you go on in that way." "I beg your pardon," protested Alec; "I forgot." "But," she went on, "in Sutherlandshire we don't talk so horribly as they do here." "I daresay not," returned Alec, humbly.
"I don't mean you.

I wonder how it is that you speak so much better than all the people here." "I suppose because my mother speaks well.

She never lets me speak broad Scotch to her." "Your mother again! She's everything to you." Alec did not reply.
"I _should_ like to see her," pursued Kate.
"You must come and see her, then." "See whom ?" asked Mr Fraser, rousing himself from his nap.
"My mother, sir," answered Alec.
"Oh! I thought you had been speaking of Katie's friend," said the professor, and fell asleep again.
"Uncle means Bessie Warner, who is coming by the steamer from London on Monday.

Isn't it kind of uncle to ask her to come and see me here ?" "He is kind always.