Blandander

"'Norah dear,' says I, 'there's a regiment of Southerners at Mackenzie's farm in the wood. If you love Tom you'll run like the wind and bring them here as quick as the fine legs God gave you will carry you. I'll thry to blandander these fellows till you come back; but remember every minute's worth its weight in gold, and Tom's life hangs on a thread.'"