'Didna I tell you I'd promised you for it—to sing? They'm after me to take the music and play.'
Hazel forgot everything in delight.
'Be we going for certain sure?' she asked.
'Ah! Next Monday three weeks.'
'We mun practise.'
'They say that minister's a great one for the music. One of them sort as is that musical he canna play. There'll be a tea.'
'Eh!' said Hazel, 'it'll be grand to be in a gentleman's house agen!'
'When've you bin in a gentleman's house?'
Hazel was taken aback.
'Yesterday!' she flashed. 'If Albert inna a gent I dunno who is, for he's got a watch-chain brass-mockin'-gold all across his wescoat.'