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"I dinna like to hear folk swearin' at a'. I wonner the Lord disna open the grun' to swallow the half o' the folk noo-a-days; for I never heard sic swearin' a' my life." "Och, there's nae harm meant," returned Annie, taken aback by the old woman's admonition. "It's jist a habit that folk get into an' they canna help it. But listen to her," she broke off, alluding to Mag Robertson again.

I'm thinkin' there had been a kin' o' a veil ower his face a' the time he was upo' the earth; and syne whan he gaed whaur there war only heavenly een to luik at him, een that could bide it, he took it aff." "Weel, I wadna wonner. Maybe ye're richt. And gin ye be richt, that accounts for the Transfiguration.

What are you talking about?" said Reginald, in blank amazement. "Oh, I've give him a wonner," said the boy, beaming. "He says to me, `Collar all the letters your gov'nor writes 'ome, he says, `and I'll give you a tanner for every one you shows me." "Love, you're talking rubbish!" said Reginald indignantly.

Tommy "wonnered" what made the big vessel sail on so fast, and what made so much water, where it all come from, and where it wuz all goin' to. And at night he would lay on his little shelf and "wonner" what the wind wuz sayin'; one night he spoke out kinder in rhyme, sez he: "Grandma, do you know what the wind is sayin?"

'I saw Black Geordie the nicht again, stan'in' at a back door, an' Jock Mitchell, upo' Reid Rorie, haudin' him. 'Wha's Jock Mitchell? asked Robert. 'My brither Sandy's ill-faured groom, answered Shargar. 'Whatever mischeef Sandy's up till, Jock comes in i' the heid or tail o' 't. 'I wonner what he's up till noo. 'Faith! nae guid.

"For shame, Sam! don't be vulgar!" cried the worthy lady; "how many times have I told you?" "All right, ma," replied the legal young gentleman; "but it is rather a wonner, you know. What were they before they came down?"

"In sic case," returned Malcolm, "the auld man 'ill hear a' aboot it the meenit he wins there; an' I mak nae doobt he'll du his best to perswaud himsel'." "But what if he shouldn't get there?" persisted Mrs Courthope, in pure benevolence. "Hoot toot, mem! I wonner to hear ye! A Cawmill latten in, and my gran'father hauden oot!

He has got big gray-blue eyes, with long dark lashes that kinder veil his eyes when he's thinkin'; his hair is kinder dark, too, about the color his pa's wuz, and waves and crinkles some, and in the crinkles it seems as if there wuz some gold wove into the brown. He will say to himself, "I wonner what that means."

And sae on I gaed till, ahint ane o' the thoosan' doors, I saw the reek-enamelled couples o' my auld mither's bit hoosie upo' the mairgin o' the bog, and she was hingin' ower me, sayin' her prayers as gin she wad gang efter them like a balloon wi' verra fervour. And whan she saw my een open, she drappit upo' her knees and gaed on prayin'. And I wonner that thae prayers warna hearkent till.

"Ye had naething o' the kin', I s' wad." "Never a threid. There was a twal hunner shift upo' the bairn, rowt roon 'im like deid claes: gien 't had been but the Lord's wull! It gart me wonner at the time, for that wasna hoo a bairn 'at had been caret for sud be cled." "Was there name or mark upo' 't?" asked cuttlefish.