'Well, but I want to tell ye'—with an air of mystery. 'Who d'ye think's downstairs? It's Mr. Kinnaird himself.'
'Did he come round by the yard to the dairy door?'
'That he did; and all to ask how ye were the day.'
The sparkle of the eye returned, and the smile that almost seemed to dimple the wrinkled cheek.
'And I hope ye offered him something to eat, Jeanie; it's a long ride he takes.'
'Bread and cheese, and a cup of milk just like this.'
'What did he say? Did he like what ye gave him?'
'He said a sup of milk sudna cross his lips till you'd had a cupful the like of his; so I brought it in to ye. You'd better make haste and take it up.'
'Did he send ye wi' the cup, Jeanie Trim?'
'Ay, he did that; and not a bit nor sup will he tak till ye've drunk it all, every drop.'