Yes, he's of the bettermer sort, that way." Of what use was it to continue this idle gossip?
Rotha was again turning about, when Mrs.Garth added, half as comment and half as question,-- "And likely ye've never had the scribe of a line from him sin' he left.

But he's no wanter; he'll never marry ye, lass, so ye need never set heart on him." Rotha stepped close to the woman and looked into her face.

What wickedness was now brewing?
"Nay, saucer een," said Mrs.Garth with a snirt, "art tryin' to skiander me like yon saucy baggish, laal Liza ?" "Come, Mrs.Garth, let us understand one another," said Rotha solemnly.

"What is it you wish to tell me?
You said my father had gone on a bootless errand.

What do you know about it?
Tell me, and don't torment me, woman." "Nay, then, I've naught to say.