And a Christian body may slip a crown quietly into her hand, and——
BAWLDY (interrupting her in a low murmuring voice).
Ay, ane o' the twa ye spak o'.
ANNABELLA.
No, indeed, Bawldy; a third crown, which I will give thee to take from thine own pocket, and put into her pretty hand.—Perhaps it may prove the forerunner of some other token between you. She is a good tight girl, but a few years older than thyself: she may take a fancy to thee.
BAWLDY.
Ah! Madam Annabell, somebody has been telling you that I hae a fancy for her; for they never devall wi' their havers.—But what is she to do for the crown? for I reckon she maun won it some way or anither.
ANNABELLA.
In a very easy way. Tell her to send me her mistress's striped lutestring gown, for I want to look at the pattern of it, and will restore it to her immediately.
