For a haughty dizzie dee?
She may gae to France for me!
Ha! ha! the wooing o’t!
Than which nothing could be more ludicrously inappropriate.
“I thought you weren’t coming back until lunch-time,” said I.
“I met a fellow with a message from my man to say he couldn’t meet me,” he answered.
CHAPTER VIII.
“But now we talk of mounting steed.”
Hudibras.