trow her pride got a downcome. And is she e'en gane?"
"She died yesterday," said Ravenswood; "and desired to be buried here, beside her husband; you will know where he lies, no doubt."
"Ken where he lies?" answered the sexton, with national indirection of response, "I ken where a' body lies, that lies here. But ye were speaking o' her grave?—Lord help us—it's no an ordinar grave that will haud her in, if a's true that folks said of Alice in her auld days; and if I gae to six feet deep, and a warlock's grave shouldna be an inch mair ebb, or her ain witch cummers would soon whirl her out of her shroud for a' their auld acquaintance—and be't six feet, or be't three, wha's to pay the making o't, I pray ye?"
"I will pay that, my friend, and all other reasonable charges."
"Reasonable charges?" said the sexton; "ou, there's ground-mail, and bell-siller,
