The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'Na, what would ye think,' said she, laughing, 'my father gied him ten pounds to gang intil Glasgow the day to buy a present for the bride, and ye'll hardly guess what he sent her,--a cradle,--a mahogany cradle, shod wi' roynes, that it may na waken the baby when it's rocking.'