Miss Lizzie went to order their supper.
'Noo, gentlemen,' said Miss Letty, 'wad ony o' ye like to gang an' change yer hose, and pit on a pair o' slippers ?' Several declined, saying they would wait until they had had their supper; the roads had been quite dry, &c., &c.

One said he would, and another said his feet were blistered.
'Hoot awa'!' [2] exclaimed Miss Letty.--'Here, Peggy!' she cried, going to the door; 'tak a pail o' het watter up to the chackit room.

Jist ye gang up, Mr.Cameron, and Peggy 'll see to yer feet .-- Noo, sir, will ye gang to yer room an' mak yersel' comfortable ?--jist as gin ye war at hame, for sae ye are.' She addressed the stranger thus.

He replied in a low indifferent tone, 'No, thank you; I must be off again directly.' He was from Caithness, and talked no Scotch.
''Deed, sir, ye'll do naething o' the kin'.

Here ye s' bide, tho' I suld lock the door.' 'Come, come, Ericson, none o' your nonsense!' said one of his fellows.
'Ye ken yer feet are sae blistered ye can hardly put ane by the ither .-- It was a' we cud du, mem, to get him alang the last mile.' 'That s' be my business, than,' concluded Miss Letty.
She left the room, and returning in a few minutes, said, as a matter of course, but with authority, 'Mr.Ericson, ye maun come wi' me.' Then she hesitated a little.