pattering and prayering? Do you not hear me? or will you not do as I bid
you?"

"It must be himself, then, whatever is of it! But, oh! it is more like
the foul fiend in his likeness, to have such a baggage hanging upon his
cloak. Oh, Harry Smith, men called you a wild lad for less things; but
who would ever have thought that Harry would have brought a light leman
under the roof that sheltered his worthy mother, and where his own nurse
has dwelt for thirty years?"

"Hold your peace, old woman, and be reasonable," said the smith. "This
glee woman is no leman of mine, nor of any other person that I know of;
but she is going off for Dundee tomorrow by the boats, and we must give
her quarters till then."

"Quarters!" said the old woman. "You may give quarters to such cattle if
you like it yourself, Harry Wynd; but the same house shall not quarter
that trumpery quean and me, and of that you may assure yourself."

"Your mother is angry with me," said Louise, misconstruing the connexion
of the parties. "I will not remain to give her any offence. If there is
a stable or a cowhouse, an empty stall will be bed enough for Charlot
and me."

"Ay--ay, I am thinking it is the quarters you are best used to," said
Dame Shoolbred.

"Harkye, Nurse Shoolbred," said the smith. "You know I love you for your
own sake and for my mother's; but by St. Dunstan, who was a saint of my
own craft, I will have the command of my own house; and if you leave me
without any better reason but your own nonsensical suspicions, you must
think how you will have the door open to you when you return; for you
shall have no help of mine, I promise you."

"Aweel, my bairn, and that will never make me risk the honest name I
have kept for sixty years. It was never your mother's custom, and it
shall never be mine, to take up with ranters, and jugglers, and singing
women; and I am not so far to seek for a dwelling, that the same roof
should cover me and a tramping princess like that."

With this the refractory gouvernante began in great hurry to adjust her
tartan mantle for going abroad, by pulling it so forwards as to conceal
the white linen cap, the edges of which bordered her shrivelled but
still fresh and healthful countenance. This done, she seized upon a
staff, the trusty companion of her journeys, and was fairly trudging
towards the door, when the smith stepped between her and the passage.

"Wait at least, old woman, till we have cleared scores. I owe