The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
But I ken na how it came to pass--I thought, as I look't at her, that she was changet, and there began to come a kirkyard smell frae the bed, that was just as if the hand o' Nature was wising me to gae away; and then I saw, wi' the eye o' my heart, that my brother's wee Mary was grown my wee Betty Bodle, and so I gaed and brought her hame in my arms, and she is noo my dochter.