and then, and even to lisp as you lisped when you were six years old."
"No, papa," interrupted she, indignantly, "that can't be true."
"I appeal to Miss Lucy. Did she not, in answering Dr. Bretton's question as to whether she had ever seen the palace of the Prince of Bois l'Etang, say 'yeth,' she had been there 'theveral' times."
"Papa, you are satirical, you are méchant! I can pronounce all the letters of the alphabet as clearly as you can. But tell me this: you are very particular in making me be civil to Dr. Bretton, do you like him yourself?"
"To be sure: for old acquaintance sake I like him: then he is a very good son to his mother; besides being a kind-hearted fellow and clever in his profession: yes, the callant is well enough."
"Callant! Ah, Scotchman! Papa, is it the Edinburgh or the Aberdeen accent you have?"
"Both, my pet, both; and doubtless the Glaswegian into the bargain: it is that which enables me to speak French so well: a gude Scots tongue always succeeds well at the French."
"The French! Scotch again: incorrigible, papa! You, too, need schooling."
