Fall to! Fall to!" "Send him away!" said Anne.

"His familiarity is beyond all endurance." "You needn't wait," said Arnold.
"Eh! but I'm here to wait," objected Mr.Bishopriggs.

"What's the use o' my gaun' away, when ye'll want me anon to change the plates for ye ?" He considered for a moment (privately consulting his experience) and arrived at a satisfactory conclusion as to Arnold's motive for wanting to get rid of him.

"Tak' her on yer knee," he whispered in Arnold's ear, "as soon as ye like! Feed him at the fork's end," he added to Anne, "whenever ye please! I'll think of something else, and look out at the proaspect." He winked--and went to the window.
"Come! come!" said Arnold to Anne.

"There's a comic side to all this.
Try and see it as I do." Mr.Bishopriggs returned from the window, and announced the appearance of a new element of embarrassment in the situation at the inn.
"My certie!" he said, "it's weel ye cam' when ye did.