Santa Clara may be the surname, Mrs. melder, said Anne, smiling at the conjunction.
melder of corn; the quantity sent to the mill and ground at one time.
Mrs. melder took Lilies little bonnet, and drew the child to her knee to put it on.
Na, its no sae muckle for that, said Mrs. melder; though I have a cauld tremble whiles when I think o the water.
Ay, Miss Anne, said Mrs. melder; but the like o you disna ken.
She found Mrs. melder in ecstasies of wonder and admiration, holding up her hands, and crying, Bless me!
Never anything reasonable from you since you came home; never a call upon any one but Mrs. melder.
Mrs. melder was overwhelmed—the grandeur and wealth of her little charge fairly took away her breath.
Mrs. melder had been told to call her Lilias, and affection had already contracted the name into the familiar diminutive of Lilie.
Mrs. melder lifted the corner of her apron to her eye, and tried to look offended and indifferent.