The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'It's for a whole hundred pound,' exclaimed Lady Grippy in an exulting whisper to her daughter-in-law--while the old man, after parting with the paper, turned briskly round to his son, as if to interrupt his thankfulness, and said,--  'Charlie, ye maun come wi' Watty and me on Wednesday; I hae a bit alteration to make in my papers; and, as we need na cry sic things at the Cross, I'm mindit to hae you and him for the witnesses.'