Mr.Lumley's here, seekin' a gill: is he to hae't ?' 'Has he had eneuch already, do ye think, Meg ?' 'I dinna ken aboot eneuch, mem; that's ill to mizzer; but I dinna think he's had ower muckle.' 'Weel, lat him tak' it.

But dinna lat him sit doon.' 'Verra weel, mem,' said Meg, and departed.
'What gars Mr.Lumley say 'at my gran'father was the blin' piper o' Portcloddie?
Can ye tell me, Miss Naper ?' asked Robert.
'Whan said he that, Robert ?' 'Jist as I cam in.' Miss Napier rang the bell.

Another maid appeared.
'Sen' Meg here direckly.' Meg came, her eyes full of interrogation.
'Dinna gie Lumley a drap.

Set him up to insult a young gentleman at my door-cheek! He s' no hae a drap here the nicht.

He 's had ower muckle, Meg, already, an' ye oucht to hae seen that.' ''Deed, mem, he 's had mair than ower muckle, than; for there's anither gill ower the thrapple o' 'm.