These vases now, with the pretty grasses, it would be dreadful if anything happened to them, for I'm sure we could never, never replace them." "Uch ay," Bella interrupted.

"I got them at the pig-cairt in exchange for some rags.

He's plenty mair o' the same kind." "Oh, really," Pamela said helplessly.

"The fact is, a few things of my own will be arriving in a day or two--a cushion or two and that sort of thing--to make me feel at home, you know, so if you would very kindly let us make room for them, I should be so much obliged." Bella Bathgate looked round the grim chamber that was to her as the apple of her eye, and sighed for the vagaries of "the gentry." "Aweel," she said, "I'll pit them in a kist until ye gang awa'.

I've never had lodgers afore." And as she carried out the tray there was a baleful gleam in her eye as if she were vowing to herself that she would never have them again.
Pamela gave a gasp of relief when the door closed behind the ungracious back of her landlady, and started when it opened again, but this time it was only Mawson.
She hailed her.