'I wuss ye war anither sic-like!' he answered simply.

'Syne there wud be twa o' 's!' she returned, leaving him to interpret.

Silence again fell.

'Weel, what wud ye hae, Francie?' said Kirsty at length.

'I wud hae ye promise to merry me, Kirsty, come the time,' he answered;
'and that ye ken as well as I du mysel!'

'That's straucht oot ony gait!' rejoined Kirsty. 'But ye see, Francie,'
she went on, 'yer father, whan he left ye a kin' o' a legacy, as ye may
ca' 't, to mine, hed no intention that _I_ was to be left oot; neither
had _my_ father whan he acceppit o' 't!'

'I dinna unerstan ye ae styme (_one atom_)!' interrupted Gordon.

'Haud yer tongue and hearken,' returned Kirsty. 'What I'm meanin 's
this: what lies to my father's han' lies to mine as weel; and I'll
never hae 't kenned or said that, whan my father pu't (_pulled_) ae
gait, I pu't anither!'

'Sakes, lassie! what _are_ ye haverin at? Wud it be pu'in agen yer
father to merry me?'

'It wud be that.'

'I dinna see hoo ye can mak it oot! I dinna see hoo, bein sic a freen'