question was how I should get home, for my clothes were so wet I could not move in them; and at last the great, strong, kind fellow set me on his shoulder, and marched home with me, as if I had been only a wild turkey. Oh! I'll never forget that."
"An' I'll never forgit the droll figure ye made, the twa o' ye, all drouket an' drippin', an' the varry life half scart out of ye! An' he scart half to death aboot ye."
"Well! he saved my life—dear, kind, brave old Pashemet! I'll never forget it while that life remains."
"An' noo, Alice, hear to me: I hae had a visitor too, a' my lane," said Mistress Campbell.
"You don't say so! Have you, indeed? And who was it?—John English's wife?
"Na', na'! not a bit o' it; mine wa' a young mon, too. Ye kinna hae them a' to yersel'—it wa' jist Thomas Preston fra' the Farm. He came to bring the pot o' barberries that Goody Nurse promised ye she'd send; an' a big pot it is. She's a free han' at the givin', I'm thinkin'. An' he brought ye some flowers that his wife sint ye—them
