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Up comes the lass, and says I, 'Bell, lat's hae a kettlefu' o' het water. And to mak' a lang story short, I could never want het water sin syne. For I hadna drunken aboon a twa glaiss, afore the past began to revive as gin ye had come ower't wi' a weet sponge.
"I asked in the castle, but no one claimed it," said Gimblet. "Perhaps it belongs to one of your men?" "There's been naebody been workin' there this week. So it disna belong tae neen o' the gair'ners, if it's there ye fund't," repeated Malcolm. "There's been nae work deen on that bed for the last fortnicht or mair. I was thinkin' o' sendin' a loon ower't wie a hoe in a day or twa.
Syne he cowshined doon a bittie, an' says, wi' a bit snicker o' a lauch, "I maun hae you tried wi' the pond's ass anowerim." "An wha micht he be?" says I. "That's the fift proposition, Bawbie," says Sandy. "It's ca'ed the pond's ass anowerim. That's Latin for the cuddy's brig. If you canna get ower't, you're set down for an ass." "Have you been ower't, Sandy?" I says, says I.
He's no a'thegither sae void o' sense neither; he has a gloaming sight o' what's reasonable that is anes and awa' a glisk and nae mair; but he's crack-brained and cockle-headed about his nipperty-tipperty poetry nonsense He'll glowr at an auld-warld barkit aik-snag as if it were a queezmaddam in full bearing; and a naked craig, wi' a bum jawing ower't, is unto him as a garden garnisht with flowering knots and choice pot-herbs.
"But," he added, "the hairst-play 'ill be here sune, an' syne the hairst itsel'; an' whan ye gang back ye'll hae won ower't." "Na, I doobt no," Cosmo; for, ye sae, as I hae h'ard my father say, the Gracies are a' terrible for min'in'. Na, there's no forgettin' o' naething. What for sud onything be forgotten? It's a cooardly kin' o' a' w'y, to forget."
Ha, ha, ha! Ah! these were merry days!" "Hout awa', auld carle," said the old dame, "to speak sic daffing to young folk. But, Jean fie, woman, dinna ye hear the bairn greet? I'se warrant it's that dreary weid has come ower't again."
And hearken, David, but latna baith lugs hear 't, for dreid the tane come ower't again to the tither I'm doobtin the drink's gettin a sair grup o' her! ''Deed I wudna be nane surprised! returned David. 'Whatever micht want in at her door, there's naething inside to baud it oot. It canna be 'at witchcraft's clean dune awa wi'! 'Bonny, Dawvid! Ca'd ye the mistress bonny?
He's no a'thegither sae void o' sense neither; he has a gloaming sight o' what's reasonable that is anes and awa' a glisk and nae mair; but he's crack-brained and cockle-headed about his nipperty-tipperty poetry nonsense He'll glowr at an auld-warld barkit aik-snag as if it were a queezmaddam in full bearing; and a naked craig, wi' a bum jawing ower't, is unto him as a garden garnisht with flowering knots and choice pot-herbs.
"The man's been sorry for't this mony a day," said Thomas; "sae we maunna come ower't again, Tibbie." "Verra weel, Thamas; I s' haud my tongue. What about the laddies?" "They war fechtin' i' the verra street; ruggin' ane anither's heids, an' peggin' at ane anither's noses, an' doin' their verra endeevour to destroy the image o' the Almichty it wasna muckle o' 't that was left to blaud.
'Haud to that, Dauvid, and hand me till't: we kenna what's comin! 'The wull o' God's comin, insisted David. 'But eh, he added, 'I'm concernt for puir Maister Craig! 'Weel, lat's awa hame and see whether the twa bena there afore 's! Eh, but the sicht o' the bonny corp maun hae gien Steenie a sair hert! I wudna won'er gien he never wan ower't i' this life!
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