She next met these four little merchants, one after another.
And since we ought to dwell as little as possible upon scenes in which unguarded innocence is exposed to artful conspiracies, we will put a page or two into the brute form of dramatic dialogue, and so sail through it quicker.
1st Merchant. “Where are ye going, Meggie?”
Christie Johnstone. “If onybody asks ye, say ye dinna ken.”
1st Mer. “Will ye sell your fish?”
Christie. “Suner than gie them.”
1st Mer. “You will be asking fifteen shillin' the cran.”
Christie. “And ten to that.”
1st Mer. “Good-morning.”
2d Mer. “Would he not go over fifteen shillings? Oh, the thief o' the world!—I'll give sixteen.”