The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
By the time the table was burdened, Miss Girzy had returned with the pillow, which she herself placed in one of the armchairs, shaking and patting it into plumpness, as she said,--  'Come round here, Mr. Walkinshaw,--I trow ye'll fin' this a saft easy seat,--well do I ken what it is to be saddle-sick mysel'.