"No if they were to gang doon on their bended knees!" declared Gladys.
"That's awkward for you, Jean," I said. "Do you mean to tell me that you won't speak to Jan when you are sleeping together?"
"Aw'll just gie her a dig in the ribs wi' my elbow to mak her lie ower, but Aw'll no open my mooth."
"And what if your mother says to you: 'Jean, tell Janet to feed the hens?'"
"Aw'll just hand her the corn-dish and point to the henhoose."
"And put oot my tongue at her," she added.
"Jean," I said suddenly, "I'll bet you a shilling that you are speaking to Jan and Annie by to-morrow night at four."
"Aw dinna hae a shillin'," she said ruefully, "but Aw bet ye a hapenny Aw'm no!"
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