Relieved by her departure, his lordship began to look about the kitchen, and seeing Aggie, asked after her father. She replied that he was but poorly.
“Getting old!”
“Surely, my lord. He’s makin’ ready to gang.”
“Poor old man!”
“What wad yer lordship hae? Ye wadna gang on i’ this warl’ for ever?”
“’Deed and I would have no objection—so long as there were pretty girls like you in it.”
“Suppose the lasses had a ch’ice tu, my lord?”
“What would they do?”
“Gang, I’m thinkin’.”
“What makes you so spiteful, Aggie? I never did you any harm that I know of.”