wi' travel to be nice, but naething to ca' a stirring trade or a thriving change-house."
"Can you get me a guide there?" said Morton.
"Your honour will rest here a' the night?—ye'll hardly get accommodation at Bessie's," said Niel, whose regard for his deceased wife's relative by no means extended to sending company from his own house to hers.
"There is a friend," answered Morton, "whom I am to meet with there, and I only called here to take a stirrup cup and enquire the way."
"Your honour had better," answered the landlord, with the perseverance of his calling, "send some ane to warn your friend to come on here."
"I tell you, landlord," answered Morton impatiently, that will not serve my purpose; I must go straight to this woman. Maclure's house, and I desire you to find me a guide."
"Aweel, sir, ye'll chuse for yoursel, to
