Gone were her thin foreign clothes, and in their place she wore a heavy tweed skirt cut very short, and thick homespun stockings, which had been made for some one with larger feet than hers.
A pair of the coarse low-heeled shoes which country folk wear in the farmyard stood warming by the hearth.

She still had her russet jumper, but round her neck hung a grey wool scarf, of the kind known as a "Comforter." Amazingly pretty she looked in Dickson's eyes, but with a different kind of prettiness.

The sense of fragility had fled, and he saw how nobly built she was for all her exquisiteness.

She looked like a queen, he thought, but a queen to go gipsying through the world with.
"Ay, they're some o' Elspeth's things, rale guid furthy claes," said Mrs.Morran complacently.

"And the shoon are what she used to gang about the byres wi' when she was in the Castlewham dairy.