But ye were aye a canny wife.

We're a' frail--but ye canna hae sae muckle to bow ye down." "Less than I might have had--but mair, O far mair, than wad sink the stoutest brig e'er sailed out o' Fairport harbour!--Didna somebody say yestreen--at least sae it is borne in on my mind, but auld folk hae weak fancies--did not somebody say that Joscelind, Countess of Glenallan, was departed frae life ?" "They said the truth whaever said it," answered old Edie; "she was buried yestreen by torch-light at St.Ruth's, and I, like a fule, gat a gliff wi' seeing the lights and the riders." "It was their fashion since the days of the Great Earl that was killed at Harlaw;--they did it to show scorn that they should die and be buried like other mortals; the wives o' the house of Glenallan wailed nae wail for the husband, nor the sister for the brother .-- But is she e'en ca'd to the lang account ?" "As sure," answered Edie, "as we maun a' abide it." "Then I'll unlade my mind, come o't what will." This she spoke with more alacrity than usually attended her expressions, and accompanied her words with an attitude of the hand, as if throwing something from her.

She then raised up her form, once tall, and still retaining the appearance of having been so, though bent with age and rheumatism, and stood before the beggar like a mummy animated by some wandering spirit into a temporary resurrection.

Her light-blue eyes wandered to and fro, as if she occasionally forgot and again remembered the purpose for which her long and withered hand was searching among the miscellaneous contents of an ample old-fashioned pocket.

At length she pulled out a small chip-box, and opening it, took out a handsome ring, in which was set a braid of hair, composed of two different colours, black and light brown, twined together, encircled with brilliants of considerable value.
"Gudeman," she said to Ochiltree, "as ye wad e'er deserve mercy, ye maun gang my errand to the house of Glenallan, and ask for the Earl." "The Earl of Glenallan, cummer! ou, he winna see ony o' the gentles o' the country, and what likelihood is there that he wad see the like o' an auld gaberlunzie ?" "Gang your ways and try;--and tell him that Elspeth o' the Craigburnfoot--he'll mind me best by that name--maun see him or she be relieved frae her lang pilgrimage, and that she sends him that ring in token of the business she wad speak o'." Ochiltree looked on the ring with some admiration of its apparent value, and then carefully replacing it in the box, and wrapping it in an old ragged handkerchief, he deposited the token in his bosom.
"Weel, gudewife," he said, "I'se do your bidding, or it's no be my fault.