Mysie, what are ye sitting shaking and greeting in the chimney-nuik for? Come here—or stay where ye are, and skirl as loud as ye can—it's a' ye're guid for—I say, ye auld deevil, skirl—skirl—louder—louder—woman!—gar the gentles hear ye in the ha'—I have heard ye as far off as the Bass for a less matter. And stay—down wi' that crockery"—
And with a sweeping blow, he threw down from a shelf some articles of pewter and earthen ware. He exalted his voice amid the clatter, shouting and roaring in a manner which changed Mysie's hysterical apprehensions of the thunder into fears that her old fellow servant was gone distracted. "He has dung down a' the bits o' pigs too—the only thing we had left to haud a soup milk—and he has spilt the hatted kitt that was for the Master's dinner. Mercy save us, the auld man's ga'en wud wi' the thunner!"
"Haud your tongue, ye b," said Caleb, in the impetuous and overbearing
