e'ebrows

Updated: June 25, 2025

So I sat down; and at length I ventured to ask, 'Is your daughter, Miss Jean, at hame, ma'am? says I. 'I wate she is, quo' she. 'Jean! she cried wi' a voice that made the house a' dirl again. 'Comin', mother, cried my flower o' the forest; and in she cam', skippin' like a perfect fairy. But when she saw me, she started as if she had seen an apparition, and coloured up to the very e'ebrows.

- Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume XXII