"That's rale unceevil o' ye, noo, Granny Whitemutch!" she said,
speaking in the coaxing tones to which the Scots' language lends
itself so easily, "an' it's just because I hae been sae lang at
the blanket-washin', seein' till that hizzy Meg. An' ken ye what I
saw!-ane o' the black dragoons in full retreat, grannie; but he
left his camp equipage ahint him, as the sergeant said when--Ye
ken the story, grannie. Ye maun hae been terrible bonny in thae
days!"

"'Deed I'm nane sae unbonny yet, for a' yer helicat
flichtmafleathers, sprigget goons, an' laylac bonnets," said the
old lady, shaking her head till the white silk top-knots trembled.
"No, nor I'm nane sae auld nayther. The gudeman in the corner
there, he's auld and dune gin'ye like, but no me--no me! Gin he
warna spared to me, I could even get a man yet," continued the
lively old lady, "an' whaur wad ye be then, my lass, I wad like to
ken?"

"Perhaps I could get one too, grannie," she said. And she shook
her head with an air of triumph. Winsome kissed her grandmother
gently on the brow.

"Nane o' yer Englishy tricks an' trokin's," said she, settling the
white muslin band which she wore across her brow wrinkleless and
straight, where it had been disarrayed by the onslaught of her
impulsive granddaughter.

"Aye," she went on, stretching out a hand which would have done
credit to a great dame, so white and slender was it in spite of