fritting an' fritting a' the way? an' wad ye like to thry it agin, think ye?"
"'Deed, thin, an' I wad; thry me, grannie! thry me; on'y tak' ship an' thry me; I winna greet—I winna frit—I will be patient—I will be good; on'y tak' me hame to my ain bonnie Scotland."
"But, Alice, think ye; there is niver a way ye kin gang; dinna ye ken the last ship ha' sailed? there'll be nae mair until the spring."
"Then throw me into the water, grannie, and let my bodie float hame to Scotland."
"Whist! Allie; my sonsie dochter! I aye thought ye wa' mair cannie an' douce; ye are jist fou', Allie; dinna ye think the fish wad ate you; dinna ye mind hoo yer wad cry out in yer sleep, and say ye harkit the big fishes rubbin' their heads agin the ship's sides, an' wad pray me na' to let them bite ye?"
"Yes! yes! I mind it a'; but I wad na' care noo; they might swallow me if they wad, like as they did the auld prophet mon, if aiblins they wad bring me to my ain dear land, and pit me out there. Oh! I'm sair
