'Well, curse thee, never mind; give me the memorial and come to me
on Monday at ten,' replied the learned counsel.

'But, sir, I haena got ony distinct memorial.'

'No memorial, man?' said Pleydell.

'Na, sir, nae memorial,' answered Dandie; 'for your honour said
before, Mr. Pleydell, ye'll mind, that ye liked best to hear us
hill-folk tell our ain tale by word o' mouth.'

'Beshrew my tongue, that said so!' answered the counsellor; 'it
will cost my ears a dinning. Well, say in two words what you've
got to say. You see the gentleman waits.'

'Ou, sir, if the gentleman likes he may play his ain spring first;
it's a' ane to Dandie.'

'Now, you looby,' said the lawyer, 'cannot you conceive that your
business can be nothing to Colonel Mannering, but that he may not
choose to have these great ears of thine regaled with his
matters?'

'Aweel, sir, just as you and he like, so ye see to my business,'
said Dandie, not a whit disconcerted by the roughness of this
reception. 'We're at the auld wark o' the marches again, Jock o'
Dawston Cleugh and me. Ye see we march on the tap o' Touthop-rigg
after we pass the Pomoragrains; for the Pomoragrains, and
Slackenspool, and Bloodylaws, they come in there, and they belang