"You're a sharp little lass, I warrant," he said.
Janey regarded him with some impatience. He was flushed and somewhat disheveled and spoke awkwardly.
"You're a sharp little lass, I'll warrant," he said again.
"I ha' to be," she responded, tartly. "Tha'd be sharp thysen if tha had as mich to look after as I ha'."
"I dare say," he answered. "I dare say." Then added even more awkwardly still, "I've heard Murdoch say you were—Murdoch."
The disfavor with which she had examined him began to be mingled with distrust. She hitched her stool a few inches backward.
"Mester Murdoch!" she echoed. "Aye, I know him well enow."
"He comes here every day or so?"
"Aye, him an' me's good friends."