“An’ nae word o’ ony o’ your sisters gaun to get husbands yet?  They tell me they’re but coorse lasses:  an’ wha’ll tak ill-farred tocherless queans whan there’s walth o’ bonny faces an’ lang purses i’ the market—­he, he!” Then resuming her scrutiny of Mary—­“An’ I’se warran’ ye’ll be lucken for an Inglish sweetheart tu that’ll be what’s takin’ ye awa’ to Ingland.”

“On the contrary,” said Mr. Douglas, seeing Mary was too much frightened to answer for herself—­“on the contrary, Mary declares she will never marry any but a true Highlander—­one who wears the dirk and plaid, and has the second-sight.  And the nuptials are to be celebrated with all the pomp of feudal times; with bagpipes, and bonfires, and gatherings of clans, and roasted sheep, and barrels of whisky, and—­”

“Weel a wat, an’ she’s i’ the right there,” interrupted Mrs. Macshake, with more complacency than she had yet shown.  “They may caw them what they like, but there’s nae waddins noo.  Wha’s the better o’ them but innkeepers and chise-drivers?  I wud nae count mysel’ married i’ the hiddlins way they gang aboot it noo.”

“I daresay you remember these, things done in a very different style?” said Mr. Douglas.

“I dinna mind them whan the war at he best; but I hae heard my mither tell what a bonny ploy was at her waddin.  I canna tell ye hoo mony was at it; mair nor the room wad haud, ye may be sure, for every relation an’ freend o’ baith sides war there, as well they sude; an’ aw in full dress:  the leddies in their hoops round them, an’ some o’ them had sutten up aw night till hae their heeds drest; for they hadnae thae pooket-like taps ye hae noo,” looking with contempt at Mary’s Grecian contour.  “An’ the bride’s goon was aw shewed ow’r wi’ favour, frae the tap doon to the tail, an’ aw roond the neck, an’ aboot the sleeves; and, as soon as the ceremony was ow’r, ilk ane ran till her, an’ rugget an’ rave at her for the favours till they hardly left the claise upon her back.  Than they did nae run awa as they du noo, but sax an’t hretty o’ them sat doon till a graund denner, and there was a ball at night, an’ ilka night till Sabbath cam’ roond; an’ than the bride an’ the bridegroom, drest in their waddin suits, an’ aw their freends ’n theirs, wi’ their favours on their breests, walkit in procession till the kirk.  An’ was nae that something like a waddin?  It was worth while to be married i’ thae days-he, he!”

“The wedding seems to have been admirably conducted,” said Mr. Douglas, with much solemnity.  “The christening, I presume, would be the next distinguished event in the family?”

“Troth, Archie-an’ ye sude keep your thoomb upon kirsnins as lang’s ye leeve; yours was a bonnie kirsnin or ens no!  I hae heard o’ mony things, but a bairn kirsened whan its grandfaither was i’ the deed-thraw, I ne’er heard tell o’ before.”  Then observing the indignation that spread over Mr. Douglas’s face, she quickly resumed, “An’ so ye think the kirsnin