“Hoots! my mither’s sister’s daughter was her nurse,” said he. “Helen Raeburn they ca’ her, and her man’s ane o’ the Macdonalds. Trust me, but I ha’e heard monie a tale o’ thae Drummonds,—their faither and mither and their gudesire and minnie an’ a’.”
“What is Angus like, Sam?” said I.
“Atweel, he’s a bonnie laddie; but no just—”
Sam stopped short and pulled a face.
“Not just what?” says my Aunt Kezia.
“Ye’ll be best to find oot for yersel, Mrs Kezia, I’m thinkin’.”
And off trudged Sam after jelly, and we got no more out of him.
I wonder where the living creature is that could stand Hatty! There was I at work this morning in the parlour, when in she came—there were Sophy and Fanny too—holding up something above her head.
“‘Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride!’” sang Hatty. “Look what I’ve found, just now, in the garret! Oh yes, Miss Caroline, you can look too.”