With. Must happen! but I say it shall not happen. Whether should you or I know best?
Ag. Why me, to be sure.
With. Ha, ha, ha! how so baggage?
Ag. (resting her arm on his shoulder, looking archly in his face.) You don't know perhaps, that when I went to Scotland last summer, I travelled far, and far, as the tale says, and farther than I can tell, till I came to the Isle of Sky, where every body has the second sight, and has nothing to do but tear a little hole in a tartan plaidy, and peering through it, in this manner, sees every thing past, present, and to come. Now, you must know, I gave an old woman half a crown and a roll of tobacco for a peep or two through her plaid, and what do you think I saw, uncle;
With. The devil dancing a hornpipe, I suppose.
Ag. There was somebody dancing to be sure, but it was not the devil though. Who do you think it was now?
With. Poo, poo!
Ag. It was uncle himself, at Mariane's wedding, leading down the first dance, with the bride. I saw a sheet of parchment in a corner too, signed with his own blessed hand, and a very handsome settlement it was. So he led down the first dance himself, and we all followed after him, as merry as so many hay-makers.
With. Thou hast had a sharp sight, faith!
Ag. And I took a second peep through the plaidy, and what do you think I saw then, sir?
