"
"Never mind. You will have the kindness to have a pony purchased and put
into the stables of the cottage on Tuesday afternoon. There are stables,
no doubt."
"Oh, ay, there's shelter, nae doot, for mair pownies than they's ride.
When the cottage was biggit, my leddie, there was nae cause for sparing
nowt." Andy Gowran was continually throwing her comparative poverty in
poor Lizzie's teeth, and there was nothing he could do which displeased
her more.
"And I needn't spare my cousin the use of a pony," she said
grandiloquently, but feeling as she did so that she was exposing herself
before the man. "You'll have the goodness to procure one for him on
Tuesday."
"But there ain't aits nor yet fother, nor nowt for bedding down. And wha's
to tent the pownie? There's mair in keeping a pownie than your leddyship
thinks. It'll be a matter of auchten and saxpence a week, will a pownie."
Mr. Gowran, as he expressed his prudential scruples, put a very strong
emphasis indeed on the sixpence.
"Very well. Let it be so."
"And there'll be the beastie to buy, my leddie. He'll be--a lump of money,
my leddie. Pownies ain't to be had for nowt in Ayrshire, as was ance, my
leddie.
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