ty win ower a lang day in the baggage, wain."
"Then sic a flyting as there wad be between them a' about whig and tory," continued Jenny.
"To be sure," said Couldie, "tho awid leddy's unco kittle in the points."
"And then, Caddie," continued his helpmate, who had reserved her strongest argument to the last, "if tha marriage wi' Lord Evandale is broken off, what comes o' our ain bit free-house, and the kale-yard, and the cow's grass?—I trow that us and thae bonny bairns will be turned on the wide warld."
Here Jenny began to whimper—Cuddie writhed himself this way and that way, the very picture of indecision. At length, "Weel, woman, canna ye tell us what we suld do, without a' this din about it?"
"Just do naething at a'," said Jenny. "Never seem to ken ony thing about this gentleman, and for your life say a word
