Sandie and I used to think her omnipotent, and heard her put the gude man through his facings with awe, but by-and-by we noticed that her power had limits.
When the matter had to do with anything serious, sowing or reaping or kirk or market, his word was law.
"He said little, but it was final, and she never contradicted; it was rare to hear a man call his wife by name; it was usually 'gude wife,' and she always referred to him as the 'maister.' And without any exception, these silent, reserved men were 'maister;' they had a look of authority." "They gave way in trifles, to rule in a crisis, which is just my idea of masculine government," expatiated Kate.

"A woman likes to say what she pleases and have her will in little things; she has her way, and if a man corrects her because she is inaccurate, and nags at her when she does anything he does not approve, then he is very foolish and very trying, and if she is not quite a saint, she will make him suffer.
"Do you remember Dr.Pettigrew, that prim little effigy of a man, and his delightful Irish wife, and how conversation used to run when he was within hearing ?" "Glad to have a tasting, Kit," and the General lay back in expectation.
"'Oi remember him, as foine an upstanding young officer as ye would wish to see, six feet in his boots.' "'About five feet ten, I believe, was his exact height, my dear.' "'Maybe he was n't full grown then, but he was a good-looking man, and as pretty a rider as ever sat on a horse.

Well, he was a Warwickshire man.

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.' "'Bucks, he said himself.' "'He was maybe born in both counties for all you know.' "'Alethea,' with a cough and reproving look.
"'At any rate Oi saw him riding in a steeplechase in the spring of '67, at Aldershot.' "'It must, I think, have been '66.