(though the bell's broken nae doubt) and the kist, and my day's wark, and my bit fee, and some brandy and aill to the drigie—I am no thinking that you can inter her, to ca' decently, under saxteen pund Scots."
"There is the money, my friend," said Ravenswood, "and something over. Be sure you know the grave."
"Ye'll be ane o' her English relations, I'se warrant," said the hoary man of skulls; "I hae heard she married far below her station; it was very right to let her bite on the bridle when she was living, and its very right to gie her a decent burial now she's dead, for that's a matter o' credit to yoursell rather than to her. Folk may let their kindred shift for themsells when they are alive, and can bear the burthen of their ain misdoings; but it is an unnatural thing to let them be buried like dogs, when a' the discredit gangs to the kindred—what kens the dead corse about it?"
"You would not have people neglect their relations on a bridal occasion neither,"
