“Weel, the second thing I wad du,” said Malcolm, thoughtfully, and pausing a moment, “wad be to get Mr Graham to gang wi’ me to Ebberdeen, an’ cairry me throu’ the classes there. Of coorse, I wadna try for prizes; that wadna be fair to them ’at cudna affoord a tutor at their lodgin’s.”
“But it’s the first thing you would do that I want to know,” persisted the girl.
“I tell’t ye I wad sit doon an’ think aboot it.”
“I don’t count that doing anything.”
“’Deed, my leddy! thinkin ’s the hardest wark I ken.”
“Well, what is it you would think about first?” said Florimel— not to be diverted from her course.
“Ow, the third thing I wad du—”
“I want to know the first thing you would think about.”
“I canna say yet what the third thing wad be. Fower year at the college wad gie me time to reflec upon a hantle o’ things.”
“I insist on knowing the first thing you would think about doing,” cried Florimel, with mock imperiousness, but real tyranny.