John, you are very wise in kissing me; but perhaps you would not be so wise in bringing Lorna for an afternoon, just to see what she thinks of me.

There is a good saddle of mutton now; and there are some very good sausages left, on the blue dish with the anchor, Annie, from the last little sow we killed.' 'As if Lorna would eat sausages!' said I, with appearance of high contempt, though rejoicing all the while that mother seemed to have her name so pat; and she pronounced it in a manner which made my heart leap to my ears: 'Lorna to eat sausages!' 'I don't see why she shouldn't,' my mother answered smiling, 'if she means to be a farmer's wife, she must take to farmer's ways, I think.
What do you say, Annie ?' 'She will eat whatever John desires, I should hope,' said Annie gravely; 'particularly as I made them.' 'Oh that I could only get the chance of trying her!' I answered, 'if you could once behold her, mother, you would never let her go again.

And she would love you with all her heart, she is so good and gentle.' 'That is a lucky thing for me'; saying this my mother wept, as she had been doing off and on, when no one seemed to look at her; 'otherwise I suppose, John, she would very soon turn me out of the farm, having you so completely under her thumb, as she seems to have.

I see now that my time is over.

Lizzie and I will seek our fortunes.