hands, owing to her being a lass and no a lad, was coming, by her poverty, to be a burden and a disgrace to Singleside too.—But I hope my mistress's is a good will for a' that, for it would be hard on me to lose the wee bit legacy—I served for little fee and bountith, weel I wot."
The counsellor relieved her fears on this head, then enquired after Jenny Gibson, and understood she had accepted Mr Dinmont's offer; "and I have done sae mysell too, since he was sae discreet as to ask me," said Mrs Rebecca; "they are very decent folk the Dinmonts, though my lady did nae dow to hear rauckle about the friends on that side the house. But she liked the Charlies-hope hams, and the cheeses, and the moor-fowl, that they were aye sending, and the lamb's-wool hose and mittens—she liked them weel aneuch."
Mr Pleydell now dismissed Mrs Rebecca. When she was gone, "I think I know the gypsey woman," said the lawyer.
