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"In many of the windows there is a box of flowers, or of kitchen herbs to make the broth savory." "It wasna so i' the auld days. It was aye washin's clappin' aboon the stanes. Noo, mony o' the mithers hang the claes oot at nicht. Ilka thing is changed sin' I was a wean an' leevin' i' the auld Guildhall, the bairnies haen Bobby to lo'e, an' no' to be neglectet."
He stared at me blankly; then, as the notion dawned on his fuddled brain, his face broke into the vacant drunkard's smile. 'You're the billy, he cried. 'It'll be easy eneuch managed. I've finished that bing o' stanes, so you needna chap ony mair this forenoon. Just take the barry, and wheel eneuch metal frae yon quarry doon the road to mak anither bing the morn.
‘Ye are na a bad hand at flinging stanes,’ said the lad who first addressed me, as we now returned up the brae; ‘your aim is right dangerous, mon, I saw how ye skelpit them, ye maun help us agin thae New Toon blackguards at our next bicker.’
Ilka ane o' ye 'at hears, maun luik efter the neist; and sae we'll a' gether at Curly's. Fess yer bags for the stanes, them 'at has bags." "But gin ye dinna see or hear, for it's a lang road, General?" interposed Cadger. "Gin I'm no at your yard, Curly, in saiven minutes an' a half, sen' Linkum efter me. He's the only ane o' ye 'at can rin. It's a' that he can do, but he does't weel.
"What say ye to bomb stanes at 'um?" suggested Donald. "An' kill 'im, maybe," returned Junkie, with sarcasm in his eye. "Heave divits at 'um, then." "Ay; that's better." Accordingly, the two urchins tore up a mass of turf which was much too heavy to heave. "Let's row'd," suggested the active-minded Donald.
"Come away from the standin' stanes and the heroes' graves. That wasna the skirl o' a ghost, but a hail frae a sonsy lass but what gars her risk her bonny legs in yon daft-like wie beats me." "I think," says I, "yon'll be Finlay Stuart's Uist powny; there's none here has the silver mane and tail. . . ."
"But, Mr. Saddletree," said Plumdamas, "do ye really think John Porteous's case wad hae been better if he had begun firing before ony stanes were flung at a'?"
"I see, I see; but what was the monuments of their ancestors?" "Ou, that was the gravestanes they put up i' their kirkyards." "I wonder the other billies would want to tak them awa. They would be a michty wecht." "Ay, but they wanted them, an' nat'rally the Greeks stuck to the stanes they paid for." "So, so, an' did Davit Lunan mak oot 'at there was humour in that?" "He do so.
Skene's Reminiscences. Sair back and sair banes Carrying the Lord of Morphey's stanes. Border Minstrelsy, vol. iii. pp. 360, 365. 126 Princes Street. George Dempster of Skibo had just married a daughter of the House of Arniston.
"I dinna ken muckle about the law," answered Mrs. Howden; "but I ken, when we had a king, and a chancellor, and parliament men o' our ain, we could aye peeble them wi' stanes when they werena gude bairns But naebody's nails can reach the length o' Lunnon."
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