“I’ll thole him for your sake; maybe I have wranged him in my prejudices. We’ll sen for him.”
“An Toby, too?”
“That’s cousin’s dog, Ruth,” said her mother, smiling in her joy.
“Ay, Ruth,” said Mrs Crowdie, “we’ll get the dowg too, and we’ll let byganes be byganes and begin a new life an ther’ll no be a happier family in a’ Hinchinbrook. Eh, hoo true’s the Scripter in mair senses than ane. An a little child shall lead them. Hech, but this’ll no dae. There’s the nock chappin five, an the coos are comin up the lane, an the fire’s to kinle. Let’s be steerin an get the wark dune an then we’ll hae supper ance mair thegither.”