indeed!—But ye'll no be for butcher-meat? There's walth o' fat poultry, ready either for spit or brander—The fat capon, Mysie," he added, calling out as boldly as if such a thing had been in existence.
"Quite unnecessary," said Bucklaw, who deemed himself bound in courtesy to relieve some part of the anxious Butler's perplexity, "if you have any thing cold, or a morsel of bread."
"The best of bannocks!" exclaimed Caleb, much relieved; "and, for cauld meat, a' that we hae is cauld aneugh,—howbeit maist of the cauld meat and pastry was gi'en to the poor folk after the ceremony of interment, as gude reason was; nevertheless"
"Come, Caleb," said the Master of Ravenswood, "I must cut this matter short. This is the young laird of Bucklaw; he is under hiding, and therefore you know"
"He'll be nae nicer than your lordship's honour, I'se warrant," answered Caleb, chearfully, with a nod of intelligence; "I
