"And what do they do?"
"The ane's married, and, the ither bides at name like me, except when she's awa'."
"She can't be so beautiful as you?"
"Do ye think me so extra weel-faured, sir?" she said with much simplicity, and glancing at the morsel of looking-glass that hung by the window. "Whether do ye like my yellow beads or my blue anes best? I put on my blue anes the day: my sister's gudeman give me them when they were married."
"Are you fond of beads?"
"Oh, ay—they set a body off, divn't they?"
"You set them off: everything near you looks well because it is near you."
"Ye've a fair tongue, sir."
"I always speak the truth."
"I believe that," she said; and again her eyes looked into the doctor's with childish simplicity.