“They'll give as much milk as twelve cows without the well,” said Fanny. It was her day for wit.
This time she was rewarded with a general laugh.
It subsided, as such things will, and then Vizard said, solemnly, “New ideas are suggested to me by this charming interview; and permit me to give them a form, which will doubtless be new to these accomplished ladies:
“'Gin there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he'll prent it.'”
Zoe looked puzzled, and Fanny inquired what language that was.
“Very good language.”
“Then perhaps you will translate it into language one can understand.”
“The English of the day, eh?”
“Yes.”
“You think that would improve it, do you? Well, then: