"Oh help us!—help us?—what's to be dune wi' him?" cried Mrs Donaldson.
"Will ye speak sae that we can understand ye, faither?" said Paul.
"Well, then," replied Andrew, "for twenty years have I purchased shares in the lotteries, and twenty times did I get nothing but blanks—but I have got it at last!—I have got it at last!"
"What have you got, Andrew?" inquired Mrs Donaldson, eagerly, whose eyes were beginning to be opened.
"What have ye got, faither?" exclaimed Rebecca, breathlessly, who possessed no small portion of her father's pride; "how muckle is't?—will we can keep a coach?"
"Ay, and a coachman, too!" answered he, with an air of triumphant pride; "I have got the half of a thirty thousand!"
"The like o' that!" said Mrs Donaldson, raising her hands.
"A coach!" repeated Rebecca, surveying her face in a mirror.
Sarah looked surprised, but said nothing.
"Fifteen thousand pounds!" said Peter.