The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'Frae a' that I can hear, learn, and understand,' replied the Leddy, 'though it may na be probable-like, yet I fear it's oure true; for when he gangs to see his mother, and it's ay wi' him as wi' the saints,--"O mother dear Jerusalem, when shall I come to thee?"--I am most creditably informed that the twa do nothing but sauly forth hand in hand to walk in the green valleys, singing, "Low down in the broom," and "Pu'ing lilies both fresh and gay,"--which is as sure a symptom o' something very like love, as the hen's cackle is o' a new-laid egg.'