One fine day in the summer of 1801, as I was busily engaged working in the field at Ettrick House, Wat Shiel came over to me and said, that "I boud gang away down to the Ramseycleuch as fast as my feet could carry me, for there war some gentlemen there wha wantit to speak to me.

" Her eyes became wilder still as she looked up into his face with the words: "Mais, I does know youbetteh'n you know annyt'in' boud it!"

I know 'im bette'n 'e know annyt'in' 'boud id!"