“I do not doubt it, Cuddie; but what can have brought your mother--this is your mother, is it not?” (Cuddie nodded.) “What can have brought your mother and you down the water so late?” “Troth, stir, just what gars the auld wives trot--neshessity, stir--I’m seeking for service, stir.” “For service, Cuddie, and at this time of the year? how comes that?” Mause could forbear no longer. Proud alike of her cause and her sufferings, she commenced with an affected humility of tone, “It has pleased Heaven, an it like your honour, to distinguish us by a visitation”--“Deil’s in the wife and nae gude!” whispered Cuddie to his mother, “an ye come out wi’ your whiggery, they’ll no daur open a door to us through the haill country!” Then aloud and addressing Morton, “My mother’s auld, stir, and she has rather forgotten hersell in speaking to my leddy, that canna weel bide to be contradickit, (as I ken nae-body likes it if they could help themsells,) especially by her ain folk,--and Mr Harrison the steward, and Gudyill the butler, they’re no very fond o’ us, and it’s ill sitting at Rome and striving wi’ the Pope; sae I thought it best to flit before ill came to waur--and here’s a wee bit line to your honour frae a friend will maybe say some mair about it.” Morton took the billet, and crimsoning up to the ears, between joy and surprise, read these words: “If you can serve these poor helpless people, you will oblige E. B.” It was a few instants before he could attain composure enough to ask, “And what is your object, Cuddie? and how can I be of use to you?” “Wark, stir, wark, and a service, is my object--a bit beild for my mither and mysell--we hae gude plenishing o’ our ain, if we had the cast o’ a cart to bring it down--and milk and meal, and greens enow, for I’m gay gleg at meal-time, and sae is my mither, lang may it be sae--And, for the penny-fee and a’ that, I’ll just leave it to the laird and you. I ken ye’ll no see a poor lad wranged, if ye can help it.” Morton shook his head. “For the meat and lodging, Cuddie, I think I can promise something; but the penny-fee will be a hard chapter, I doubt.” “I’ll tak my chance o’t, stir,” replied the candidate for service, “rather than gang down about Hamilton, or ony sic far country.” “Well; step into the kitchen, Cuddie, and I’ll do what I can for you.”