The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'Never fash your head,' she said to her one day, when the young lady was soliciting her mediation,--'Never fash your head, Beenie, my dear, about Jamie's calf-love of yon daffodil; but be an obedient child, and walk in the paths of pleasantness that ye're ordain't to, both by me and your father; for we hae had oure lang a divided family; and it's full time we were brought to a cordial understanding with one another.'