'I see you do not—not even good-day to your own nephew,' said he.
'I hae naething to be ashamed of,' said she. 'I can say the Lord's prayer with a good grace. If Hob was ill, or in preeson or poverty, I would see to him blithely. But for curtchying and complimenting and colloguing, thank ye kindly!'
Archie had a bit of a smile: he leaned back in his chair. 'I think you and Mrs. Robert are not very good friends,' says he slyly, 'when you have your India shawls on?'
She looked upon him in silence, with a sparkling eye but an indecipherable expression; and that was all that Archie was ever destined to learn of the battle of the India shawls.
'Do none of them ever come here to see you?' he inquired.
'Mr. Archie,' said she, 'I hope that I ken my place better. It would be a queer thing, I think, if I was to clamjamfry up
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