Only thou must make her promise to conceal, from her mistress and from every body, that I borrowed the gown. Be sure to do that, Bawldy.
BAWLDY.
That's very curious, now. Whaur wad be the harm o' telling that ye just looket at it.
ANNABELLA.
Thou 'rt so curious, boy, there's no concealing any thing from thee. Art thou silly enough to believe that I only want to look at it?
BAWLDY.
Na, I guessed there was somewhat ahint it.
ANNABELLA.
And thou shalt know the whole, if thou wilt promise to me solemnly not to tell any body.
BAWLDY.
I'll tell naebody. Gif my ain mither war to speer, she wad ne'er get a word anent it frae me.
ANNABELLA.
I have been consulting with Grizeid Bane, about what can be done to relieve our poor sick child from her misery,—for those who put her into it can best tell how to draw her out of it,—and she says, a garment that has been upon the
