It is an awfu' din, and tells wi' a lordly voice wha is coming and at hand: we shall na mare be deceived.
MARY MACMURREN (toWilkin, as he presses closer to her side).
Dinna tug at me sa wickedly, Wilkin; thou shalt ha' a bellyfu' soon o' the fat o' the lawn, my poor glutton.
WILKIN.
Fou! fou! meat! great meat!—hurr, hurr! (making a noise in his throat to express pleasure) it's a-coming!
MARY MACMURREN.
We shall ha' what we list at last,—milk and meat! meat and malt!
ELSPY LOW.
Mingling and merry-making; and revenge for the best sport of a'!
MARY MACMURREN.
Ay; the hated anes will pay the cost, I trow. We'll sit at our good coags of cream, and think o' the growling carle's kye wi' their udders lank and sapless, and the goodwife greeting ow'r her kirn.
ELSPY LOW.
Ha, ha, ha! there's good spice in that, woman, to relish far poorer fare.
