"Hout, deills i' the wife, wi' her saughs, and her sunkies, and Ellangowans Godsake, woman, let me away there's saxpence t'ye to buy half a mutchkin, instead o' clavering about thae auld-warld stories." The farmer laughed and promised, and the Gipsy retreated. "Will you take her advice?" said Brown, who had been an attentive listener to this conversation. "That will I no the randy quean!