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Rh "Who says I can put up with him?" said Jessie, impatiently.

"What for do you say that o' the Scotch, Isabel?" said her mother.

"It's no that he's a Scotchman, only but because he is a slow, solemn Scotchman, that seems to take his words out and look at them awhile before he says them, that I can' be bothered with him," said Isabel. "I begin to yawn when I see him coming over the hill, and I never stop till he goes away."

"There's nothing like the Scotch for sense," said Mrs. Lindsay, gravely.

"Oh! Scotchmen stand so much on their sense," said Jessie, impatiently.

"Weel, lassie, and it's a very guid thing to stand by; not but what I daresay your father kens his ain business as well as maist folk, and though it might be weel meant, it was scarce necessar to be advising him."

"I am thinking," said Allan, "that Amy and George are wondering where is the great difference between us. English people cannot distinguish between North Country and South Country, and East Country and West Country accent, and lump us all together, and I suppose they look on us all as slow, solemn Scotch people."