Enough to crack the welkin; but what got we by it?
GRIZELD BANE.
Did he come in the storm? Did you not see him and hear him?
MARY MACMURREN.
Certes did he; but what gat we by it? He keepit na' his tryste wi' us the second time; an' we gaed wearily hame on our feet, as wat and as puir as we came.
GRIZELD BANE.
O that false tongue! ye rode upon clouds: I saw you pass over my head, and I called to you.
MARY MACMURREN.
The woman is a fiend or bereft a' thegether! I walket hame on my feet, en' gaed to my miserable bed, just as at ony ither time, an' sa did she.
GRIZELD BANE.
But rode ye not afterwards, my chucks? I saw you both pass over my head, and I called to you,
ELSPY LOW.
If we ware upon clouds, we ware sleeping a' the while, for I ken naething anent it. Do ye, neighbour? (ToMary Macmurren.)
