“And maybe, mem, ye would be sae guid as to humble yersel’, mistress, and come down—the laddies want ye to come down and do the baptisement yersel’.”
“Me?”
“Yes, mem, if we might make sae bold in the asking,” and the old body looked quite shy at having asked, and actually the colour mounted to her weather-worn cheeks.
“But what do you want me to do?” I enquired, really interested in what a baptisement could be.
“Jist the baptisement, whatever.”
“Yes, but how do you do it?” I persisted.
“Law, mem, ye jist break the bottlie, whatever.”
“Oh; all right, I know all about that, and I’ll do it with the greatest possible pleasure; but which day?”
“If ye’ll jist please to name the dee yersel’.”
“High tide would be nicest, I think. It would not be so wet and sloppy, would it?”