"Why, Abel, what is Cairnhope old church to you?
You were born in an other parish." Abel slapped his thigh.

"Ay, lass, and another county, if ye go to that." And his countenance brightened suddenly.
"And as for me," continued Janet, "I'm Cairnhope; but my mother came from Morpeth, a widdy: and she lies within a hundred yards of where I sit a talking to thee.

There's none of my kin laid in old Cairnhope churchyard.

Warning's not for thee, nor me, nor yet for our Jock.

Eh, lad, it will be for Squire Raby.