Once he said after giving her a pretty bangle:
“I’m not so very, very ugly, am I, Fanny?”
“’Deed no, Sandie!”
“And I’m not so crooked and small as they would try to make me believe. Eh, dear?”
“’Deed no, Sandie, and I ay take your part against them all. And that you know, Sandie.”
How sweet were those words to Sandie’s soul only those who love, but are in doubt, may tell.
“Tis sweet to love, but sweeter far
To be beloved again;
But, ah! how bitter is the pain
To love, yet love in vain!”
“Ye haven’t a terrible lot of sweethearts, have you, Fanny?”
“Well, Sandie, I always like to tell the truth; there’s plenty would make love to me, but I can’t bear them. There’s ploughman Sock, and Geordie McKay. Ach! and plenty more.”
She rubbed away viciously at the plate she was cleaning.