At length, perceiving that her conductor was grown impatient, she faltered out, "Noble sir--" "Sir is for a knight," said the impatient burgher, "and noble is for a baron.

I am Harry of the Wynd, an honest mechanic, and free of my guild." "Good craftsman, then," said the minstrel woman, "you judge me harshly, but not without seeming cause.

I would relieve you immediately of my company, which, it may be, brings little credit to good men, did I but know which way to go." "To the next wake or fair, to be sure," said Henry, roughly, having no doubt that this distress was affected for the purpose of palming herself upon him, and perhaps dreading to throw himself into the way of temptation; "and that is the feast of St.Madox, at Auchterarder.

I warrant thou wilt find the way thither well enough." "Aftr--Auchter--" repeated the glee maiden, her Southern tongue in vain attempting the Celtic accentuation.

"I am told my poor plays will not be understood if I go nearer to yon dreadful range of mountains." "Will you abide, then, in Perth ?" "But where to lodge ?" said the wanderer.
"Why, where lodged you last night ?" replied the smith.