Guy Mannering.

56 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
"Simple enough, to be wandering here at such a time
of night," thought Mlannering, who was ignorant of the
meaning of the phrase. "But how shall I get to the
place, as you call it?"
"' Ye maun haud wessel by the end o' the loan, and
take tent o' the jaw-hole."
" O, if ye get to eassel and wessel * again, I am undone! —Is there nobody that could guide me to this
place? I will pay him handsomely."
The word pay operated like magic. " Jock, ye villain,"
exclaimed the voice from the interior, "are ye lying
routing there, and a young gentleman seeking the way
to the Place? Get up, ye fause loon, and show him the
way down the muckle loaning.-He'll show you the way,
sir, and I'se warrant ye'll be weel put up; for they never
turn awa naebody frae the door; and ye'll be come in
the canny moment, I'm thinking, for the laird's servantthat's no to say his body-servant, but the helper likerade express by this e'en to fetch the houdie, and he
just staid the drinking o' twa pints o' tippeny, to tell us
how my leddy was ta'en wi' her pains."
"Perhaps," said Mannering, " at such a time a stranger's arrival might be inconvenient?"
"Hout, na, ye needna be blate about that; their
house is muckle eneuch, and clecking t time's aye canty
time."
By this time Jock had found his way into all the
intricacies of a tattered doublet, and more tattered pair
of breeches, and sallied forth, a great white-headed, barelegged, lubberly boy of twelve years old, so exhibited by
* Provincial for eastward and westward.
t Hatching-time.