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In
Limekilns
we
entered
a
small
change-house
,
which
we
only
knew
to
be
a
public
by
the
wand
over
the
door
,
and
bought
some
bread
and
cheese
from
a
good-looking
lass
that
was
the
servant
.
This
we
carried
with
us
in
a
bundle
,
meaning
to
sit
and
eat
it
in
a
bush
of
wood
on
the
sea-shore
,
that
we
saw
some
third
part
of
a
mile
in
front
.
As
we
went
,
I
kept
looking
across
the
water
and
sighing
to
myself
;
and
though
I
took
no
heed
of
it
,
Alan
had
fallen
into
a
muse
.
At
last
he
stopped
in
the
way
.
"
Did
ye
take
heed
of
the
lass
we
bought
this
of
?
"
says
he
,
tapping
on
the
bread
and
cheese
.
"
To
be
sure
,
"
said
I
,
"
and
a
bonny
lass
she
was
.
"
"
Ye
thought
that
?
"
cries
he
.
"
Man
,
David
,
that
's
good
news
.
"
"
In
the
name
of
all
that
's
wonderful
,
why
so
?
"
says
I.
"
What
good
can
that
do
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Alan
,
with
one
of
his
droll
looks
,
"
I
was
rather
in
hopes
it
would
maybe
get
us
that
boat
.
"
"
If
it
were
the
other
way
about
,
it
would
be
liker
it
,
"
said
I.
"
That
's
all
that
you
ken
,
ye
see
,
"
said
Alan
.
"
I
do
n't
want
the
lass
to
fall
in
love
with
ye
,
I
want
her
to
be
sorry
for
ye
,
David
;
to
which
end
there
is
no
manner
of
need
that
she
should
take
you
for
a
beauty
.
Let
me
see
"
(
looking
me
curiously
over
)
.
"
I
wish
ye
were
a
wee
thing
paler
;
but
apart
from
that
ye
'll
do
fine
for
my
purpose
--
ye
have
a
fine
,
hang-dog
,
rag-and-tatter
,
clappermaclaw
kind
of
a
look
to
ye
,
as
if
ye
had
stolen
the
coat
from
a
potato-bogle
.
Come
;
right
about
,
and
back
to
the
change-house
for
that
boat
of
ours
.
"
I
followed
him
,
laughing
.
