“And ye think it was her father, then?” said Elspeth Glendinning.
“What else can I think?” said Tibb.
“It may hae been something waur, in his likeness,” said Dame Glendinning.
“I ken naething about that,” said Tibb,—“but his likeness it was, that I will be sworn to, just as he used to ride out a-hawking; for having enemies in the country, he seldom laid off the breast-plate; and for my part,” added Tibb, “I dinna think a man looks like a man unless he has steel on his breast, and by his side too.”
“I have no skill of your harness on breast or side either,” said Dame Glendinning; “but I ken there is little luck in Hallowe'en sights, for I have had ane myself.”
“Indeed, Dame Elspeth?” said old Tibb, edging her stool closer to the huge elbow-chair occupied by her friend, “I should like to hear about that.”
“Ye maun ken, then, Tibb,” said Dame Glendinning, “that when I was a hempie of nineteen or twenty, it wasna my fault if I wasna at a' the merry-makings time about.”
“That was very natural,” said Tibb; “but ye hae sobered since that, or ye wadna haud our braw gallants sae lightly.”
“I have had that wad sober me or ony ane,” said the matron, “Aweel, Tibb, a lass like me wasna to lack wooers, for I wasna sae ill-favoured that the tikes wad bark after me.”
“How should that be,” said Tibb, “and you sic a weel-favoured woman to this day?”