At last, observing that she drew near enough to the wall to allow room for another on the causeway, he had just nous enough to creep alongside and pull her sleeve somewhat timidly.
“Christie, I want to speak to you:”
“What can ye hae to say till me?”
“Christie, I am very unhappy; and I want to tell you why, but I have hardly the strength or the courage.”
“Ye shall come ben my hoose if ye are unhappy, and we'll hear your story; come away.”
He had never been admitted into her house before.
They found it clean as a snowdrift.
They found a bright fire, and Flucker frying innumerable steaks.
The baddish boy had obtained them in his sister's name and at her expense, at the flesher's, and claimed credit for his affection.
Potatoes he had boiled in their jackets, and so skillfully, that those jackets hung by a thread.