human
We pit a fomentation to his feet, the goodwife was saying,
gpt
Sir, says I, cutting very quietly in,
human
Is that e'en sae? replies Alan, as though it were a thing of small-account. And then,
gpt
Ye were saying, mem?
human
Was it him with the red head?
gpt
Ye have it,
human
What did I tell you in the wood? he cried.
gpt
And yet it's strange he should be here too! Was he his lane?
human
His lee-lane for what I could see,
gpt
Did he gang by?
human
Straight by, said I,
gpt
And that's queerer yet, said Alan.
human
It sticks in my mind, Davie, that we should be stirring. But where to?--deil hae't! This is like old days fairly,
gpt
There is one big differ, though, said I,
human
And another big differ, Mr. Balfour, says he,
gpt
I'm saying, Luckie, says he, when the goodwife returned,
human
Then, sir, says he to me,
gpt
I think that will be the shortest road for us. And here's good-bye to ye, my braw woman; and I'll no forget thon of the cinnamon water.