'Come in to the fire.

Tak a haud o' me, and come yer wa's butt.' She was a pretty, indeed graceful girl of about eighteen, with the elasticity rather than undulation of movement which distinguishes the peasant from the city girl.

She led him to the chimla-lug (the ear of the chimney), carefully levelled a wooden chair to the inequalities of the floor, and said, 'Sit ye doon.

Will I fess a drappy o' milk ?' 'Gie me a drink o' water, gin ye please,' said Robert.
She brought it.

He drank, and felt better.