Mrs. Mac. And thou art a gude girl, Meg?
Mag. I am a varra gude girl indeed, mither—a varra, varra gude girl!
Mrs. Mac. I’m richt sure o’ that. Well, the puir belated passengers will be here directly, and it is our duty to provide for them sic puir hospitality as our humble roof will afford. It shall never be said o’ Janie Macfarlane that she ever turned the weary traveller fainting from her door.
Mac. My ain gentle-hearted mither!
[Exeunt together into cottage.
Enter Angus with Belvawney and Miss Treherne. She is in travelling costume, and both are much agitated and alarmed.
Ang. Step in, sir—step in, and sit ye doun for a wee. I’ll just send Mistress Macfarlane to ye. She’s a gude auld bodie, and will see to your comforts as if she was your ain mither.
Bel. Thank you, my worthy lad, for your kindness at this trying moment. I assure you we shall not forget it.
Ang. Ah, sir, wadna any mon do as muckle? A dry shelter, a bannock and a pan o’ parritch is a’ we can offer ye, but sic as it is ye’re hairtily welcome.