I div my best, mem, but, never tastin' mysel', I canna aye tell hoo muckle 's i' the wame o' a' body 'at comes in.' 'Ye're no fit for the place, Meg; that's a fac'.' At this charge Meg took no offence, for she had been in the place for twenty years.

And both mistress and maid laughed the moment they parted company.
'Wha's this 'at's come the nicht, Miss Naper, 'at they're sae ta'en wi' ?' asked Robert.
'Atweel, I dinna ken yet.

She's ower bonnie by a' accoonts to be gaein' about her lane (alone).

It's a mercy the baron's no at hame.

I wad hae to lock her up wi' the forks and spunes.' 'What for that ?' asked Robert.
But Miss Napier vouchsafed no further explanation.