“Ay, an’ some lucky misses too, mim, that some think he likes as weel.”
“He’s sae tender-hearted, I believe he may be as happy oft to miss the fish as to hit them; but that will soon wear away, as I tell him. He’s tender-hearted to a fault.”
“An’ there’s mae tender-heartit nor him. There’s some other kind o’ misses forbye trouts up the water.”
“What is it you say?”
“I’ll say nae mair about it—ane may very easily speak muckle nonsense.”
“Didna ye say that my son was gane into Robin’s house afore ye came away?”
“I never said sic a word, begging your pardon, mim. He wadna gang into Robin’s, though it war raining auld wives and Jeddart staves.”
“What house was he gone into then?”
“Into Jeany’s, mim.”
“Jeany’s! What Jeany?”