The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
I'm sure ye might do waur than cast a sheep's e'e in at our door; my dochter Girzy's o' your ain flesh and blood; I dinna see ony moral impossibility in her becoming, as the Psalmist says, "bone of thy bone."'  Claud replied in his wonted couthy manner:  'Nane o' your jokes, Laird,--me even mysel to your dochter?