human
H'm, says he,
gpt
Miss Drummond is set free?
human
Achy! said he.
gpt
What would we keep her for, ye ken? To hae made a steer about the bairn would hae pleased naebody.
human
And where'll she be now?
gpt
Gude kens!
human
She'll have gone home to Lady Allardyce, I'm thinking,
gpt
That'll be it,
human
Then I'll gang there straight,
gpt
But ye'll be for a bite or ye go?
human
Neither bite nor sup, said I.
gpt
I had a good waucht of milk in by Ratho.
human
Aweel, aweel, says Doig.
gpt
But ye'll can leave your horse here and your bags, for it seems we're to have your up-put.
human
Na, na, said I.
gpt
Tamson's mear[17] would never be the thing for me, this day of all days.