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I was laith to mak' awa' wi' the auld dowg, his like wasna atween this and Thornhill but, 'deed, sir, I could do naething else." I believed him. Fit end for Rab, quick and complete. His teeth and his friends gone, why should he keep the peace and be civil?
'T' maister's down i' t' fowld. Go round by th' end o' t' laith, if ye went to spake to him. 'Is there nobody inside to open the door? I hallooed, responsively. 'There's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll not oppen 't an ye mak' yer flaysome dins till neeght. 'Why? Cannot you tell her whom I am, eh, Joseph? 'Nor-ne me! I'll hae no hend wi't, muttered the head, vanishing.
Laith were the gude Scots lords to weet their cork-heeled shune, but they did, and wat their hats abune; for the ship sank in spite of their despairing efforts, 'And mony was the gude lord's son That never mair cam' hame. Francesca and I were now obliged to creep from under the tarpaulins and personate the dishevelled ladies on the strand. "Will your hair come down?" asked the manager gravely.
Thereupon he fell in a muse, looking in the embers of the fire; and presently, getting a piece of wood, he fashioned it in a cross, the four ends of which he blackened on the coals. Then he looked at me a little shyly. "Could ye lend me my button?" says he. "It seems a strange thing to ask a gift again, but I own I am laith to cut another."
I was laith to make awa wi' the old dowg, his like wasne atween this and Thornhill but, 'deed, sir, I could do naething else." I believed him. Fit end for Rab, quick and complete. His teeth and his friends gone, why should he keep the peace and be civil? By W.H.H. Murray
An' syne he telled them hoo, laith to be fashous, he had gi'en orders till 's menyie to be all afore the mornin' brak, an' wait at the neist cheenge hoose till he jined them. 'Whaur, said the leddy, 'I trust ye'll lat them wait, or else sen' for them. But the yerl sat an' said never a word.
"And when those victims of your vile ministrations," said the clergyman, again mounting his wooden horse, and setting it rocking, "find themselves where there will be no whisky to refresh them, where do you think you will be, Mistress Croale?" "Whaur the Lord wulls," answered the woman. "Whaur that may be, I confess I'm whiles laith to think.
"Ye're owre douce a like man, I think, to hae been either art or part in this headstrong Reformation, unless ye had some great cause to provoke you; and I doubt na ye hae discretion enough no to contest without need points o' doctrine; at least for me, I'm laith to enter on ony sort o' polemtic, for it's a Gude's truth, I'm nae deacon at it."
I wad wuss ye, quoth she, 'to tak tent till't till I come hame ye sall hae a roosin' ingle, and a blast o' the goodman's tobacco-pipe forbye. Wullie was naething laith, and back they gaed the-gither.
I tell ye I'll testify naething either ae gate or another. "O, Cuddie, man, laith wad I be they suld hurt ye," said old Mause, divided grievously between the safety of her son's soul and that of his body; "but mind, my bonny bairn, ye hae battled for the faith, and dinna let the dread o' losing creature-comforts withdraw ye frae the gude fight."
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