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"There," says she, "I am sure ye'll say that ye never ate better butter in your life. There's no in a' Glenburnie better kye than our's. I hope ye'll eat heartily, and I'm sure ye're heartily welcome."
"Look, sister," cried little William, "see there the marks of a thumb and two fingers! do scrape it off, it is so nasty!"
"Dear me," said Mrs MacClarty, "I did na mind that I had been stirring the fire, and my hands were a wee sooty; but it will soon scrape off, there's a dirty knife will take it off in a minute."
"Stop, stop," cried Miss Mary, "that knife will only make it worse! pray let me manage it myself."
She did so manage it, that the boys, who were very hungry, contrived to eat it to their oatcakes, with great satisfaction; but though Mrs Mason made the attempt, the disgust with which she began, was so augmented by the sight of the numerous hairs which, as the butter
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