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'Tis an unlucky country so it is where the houses of the gentry must be all stannin' empty or tumblin' to ruins, or bein' turned into asylums or the like." "I should like to see the inside of Brosna," I said. "Is it as fine as they say?" "It is the finest house in this country, Miss Bawn finer even than the Abbey. But all goin' to rack and ruin for want of an owner to look after it.
"Come, then," said Lisbeth, "but donna thee ate the taters, for Adam 'ull happen ate 'em if I leave 'em stannin'. He loves a bit o' taters an' gravy. But he's been so sore an' angered, he wouldn't ate 'em, for all I'd putten 'em by o' purpose for him.
If wust comes to wust, it's a comfort ter know ez ye're a perfesser in good stannin." Bement had doubtless had previous experience of a certain tenacity of purpose on the part of his spouse, for ceasing to address further adjurations to her, he began to appeal for mercy to the men. "Two," said Abner, as they swung him again. Now, Mrs.
He could not bear that any other production of the poet should be preferred to the "Lay of the Last Minstrel." "Faith," said he to me, "it's just e'en as gude a thing as Mr. Scott has written an' if he were stannin' there I'd tell him so an' then he'd lauff." He was loud in his praises of the affability of Scott.
An' every blessed minute I stannin' there, can't I hear that ole Miz Blatch nex' do', out in her back yod an' her front yod, an' plum out in the street, hollerin': 'Kitty? Kitty? Kitty? 'Yes! Miss Julia say, she say, 'Fine sto'y! she say. 'Them two cats you claim my Berjum cats, they got short hair, an' they ain't the same age an' they ain't even nowheres near the same size, she say.
"Ef you 'lows us t' come heah an' straighten out you' close, an' mend 'em you dunno how happy you mek me an' Hester des to do dat much, Mis' Brice." The note of appeal was irresistible. Mrs. Brice rose and unlocked the trunks. "You may unpack them, Nancy," she said. With what alacrity did the old woman take off her black bonnet and shawl! "Whaffor you stannin' dere, Hester?" she cried.
'I had never no opinion o' th' wenches as 'll set theirselves to be hired for servants i' th' fair; they're a bad lot, as cannot find places for theirselves 'bout going and stannin' to be stared at by folk, and grinnin' wi' th' plough-lads when no one's looking; it's a bad look-out for t' missus as takes one o' these wenches for a servant; and dost ta mean to say as my Sylvie went and demeaned hersel' to dance and marlock wi' a' th' fair-folk at th' "Admiral's Head?"
This in the briefest space of time, and by way of information to Drumtochty. James was making for general literature, and had still agriculture in reserve, when Drumsheugh intervened in the humanity of his heart. "A' dinna like tae interrupt yir conversation, Maister Hopps, but it's no verra safe for ye tae be stannin' here sae lang.
"Ef you 'lows us t' come heah an' straighten out you' close, an' mend 'em you dunno how happy you mek me an' Hester des to do dat much, Mis' Brice." The note of appeal was irresistible. Mrs. Brice rose and unlocked the trunks. "You may unpack them, Nancy," she said. With what alacrity did the old woman take off her black bonnet and shawl! "Whaffor you stannin' dere, Hester?" she cried.
Then there was Job's story about his return ticket to heaven, which puzzled me, and I urged him to continue his story. "Thou'll reckon I'm talkin' blether," he went on, "but I tell thee it's true, ivery word on it. I'll tak my Bible oath on it. All on a sudden I were stannin' i' a gert park, and eh! but there were grand trees.
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