"Miss Drummond is set free?" I cried.
[pg 239] "Achy!" said he. "What would we keep her for, ye ken? To hae made a steer about the bairn would hae pleased naebody."
"And where'll she be now?" says I.
"Gude kens!" says Doig, with a shrug.
"She'll have gone home to Lady Allardyce, I'm thinking," said I.
"That'll be it," said he.
"Then I'll gang there straight," says I.
"But ye'll be for a bite or ye go?" said he.
"Neither bite nor sup," said I. "I had a good waucht of milk in by Ratho."
"Aweel, aweel," says Doig. "But ye'll can leave your horse here and your bags, for it seems we're to have your up-put."
"Na, na," said I. "Tamson's mear [17] would never be the thing for me, this day of all days."
Doig speaking somewhat broad, I had been led by imitation into an accent much mor
