"It iss a little spirits you will be tasting, and this iss Talisker which I will be keeping for a friend, for whisky iss not for women." She was full of attention, but when Carmichael took milk instead of whisky, her suspicions revived, and she eyed him again.
"You are not one of those new people I am hearing of in the Lowlands that are wiser than the fery Apostles ?" "What people ?" and Carmichael trembled for his new position.
"'Total abstainers' they will call themselves," and the contempt in her accent was wonderful.
"No, I am not," Carmichael hastened to reassure his hostess; "but there are worse people than abstainers in the world, and it would be better if we had a few more.

I will stick to the milk, if you please." "You will take what you please," and she was again mollified; "but the great ministers always had their tasting after preaching; and I hef heard one of them say that it wass a sin to despise the Lord's mercies.
You will be taking another glass of milk and resting a little." "This hospitality reminds me of my mother, Mrs.Macpherson." Carmichael was still inspired, and was, indeed, now in full sail.

"She was a Highland woman, and had the Gaelic.

She sometimes called me Ian instead of John." "When you wass preaching about the shepherd finding the sheep, I wass wondering how you had the way to the heart, and I might have been thinking, oh yes, I might hef known"-- all the time Janet was ever bringing something new out of the cupboard, though Carmichael only sipped the milk.

"And what wass your mother's name ?" "Farquharson; her people came from Braemar; but they are all dead now, and I am the last of the race." "A good clan," cried Janet, in great spirits, "and a loyal; they were out with the Macphersons in the '45.