“Well, would you believe that a creature like me could possibly fall in love over the ears, and have a longing to get married?”
“Why not, Sandie? I don’t think you so bad-looking as some other folks call you.”
Sandie smiled and took a pinch.
“Not to beat about the bush, then, Laird, I’m just awfully gone on Fanny.”
“And does she return your affection?”
“That she does, sir; and sitting on a green bank near the forest one bonnie moonlit night, she promised to be my wife. You wouldn’t turn me away, would you, sir, if I got married?”
“No, no; you have been a faithful servant for many a day.”
“Well, now, Laird, here comes the bit. I want to build a bit housie on the knoll, close by the forest, just a but and a ben and a kennel. Then I would breed terriers, and make a bit out of that. Fanny would see to them while I did your work. But man, Laird, I’ve scraped and scraped, and saved and saved, and I’ve hardly got enough yet to begin life with.”
“How much do you need?”
“Oh, Laird, thirty pounds would make Fanny and me as happy as a duke and duchess.”