human
Where is my uncle, Alison?
gpt
Lordsake, Mr Harry! is this you? returned the old lady.
human
In troth, ye garr'd my heart loup to my very mouth--But it canna be your ainsell, for ye look taller and mair manly-like than ye used to do.
gpt
It is, however, my own self, said Henry, sighing and smiling at the same time;
human
I believe this dress may make me look taller, and these times, Ailie, make men out of boys.
gpt
Sad times indeed! echoed the old woman;
human
You were always my advocate, Ailie, said he, and the housekeeper no longer resented the familiar epithet,
gpt
In Edinburgh, replied Alison;
human
I hope he has suffered nothing in health?
gpt
Naething to speak of, answered the housekeeper,
human
Sold you a bargain? said Morton;
gpt
Ou, they cam out to gather marts for the garrison, answered the housekeeper;
human
Then, said Morton, hastily,
gpt
Stressed eneugh, replied Ailie--
human
Burley must have deceived me--craft as well as cruelty is permitted by his creed. Such was his inward thought; he said aloud,
gpt
I cannot stay, Mrs Wilson, I must go forward directly.
human
But, oh! bide to eat a mouthfu', entreated the affectionate housekeeper,
gpt
human
It is impossible, answered Morton.--
gpt
Cuddie, get our horses ready.
human
They're just eating their corn,
gpt
Cuddie! exclaimed Ailie;
human
Tut, tut, replied Cuddie,
gpt
In troth and that's true, said the old housekeeper, looking with great complacency at her young master, whose mien she thought much improved by his dress.
human
I'm sure ye ne'er had a laced cravat like that when ye were at Milnwood; that's nane o' my sewing.
gpt
Na, na, mistress, replied Cuddie,
human
Lord Evandale? answered the old lady,
gpt
The whigs about to hang Lord Evandale?
human
Ay, troth are they, said the housekeeper.
gpt
Yesterday night he made a sally, as they ca't, (my mother's name was Sally--I wonder they gie Christian folk's names to sic unchristian doings,)--but he made an outbreak to get provisions, and his men were driven back and he was taen, 'an' the whig Captain Balfour garr'd set up a gallows, and swore, (or said upon his conscience, for they winna swear,) that if the garrison was not gien ower the morn by daybreak, he would hing up the young lord, poor thing, as high as Haman.--These are sair times!--but folk canna help them--sae do ye sit down and tak bread and cheese until better meat's made ready. Ye suldna hae kend a word about it, an I had thought it was to spoil your dinner, hinny.
human
Fed, or unfed, exclaimed Morton,