'It is that, sir.

It is grand weather for the hairst, but here that's no till the hinner end o' September, and at the best it's a bit scart o' aits.' 'Ay.

It's a different thing down Annandale way,' I said.
Her face lit up.

'Are ye from Dumfries, sir ?' 'Not just from Dumfries, but I know the Borders fine.' 'Ye'll no beat them,' she cried.

'Not that this is no a guid place and I've muckle to be thankfu' for since John Sanderson--that was ma man--brought me here forty-seeven year syne come Martinmas.