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Ribekka blushed like a lassie o' fifteen, an' bringin' her tongue alang her upper lip, she shook her heid an' says, "Juist a lot o' blethers. Jeems wudna hae a puir thing like me." "Ye dinna tell me!" said Mistress Winton, never lattin' wink she heard Ribekka. "That's the wey o't is't? Imphm! What d'ye think o' that, na? Weel dune, Ribekka.
Look! you can see the smoke rising now." "Didn't you see it last night?" "Nay, lad; I fished till I couldn't see, for the baits, and then went home and fitted the hooks on to the bands and see to the blethers, and then I happed mysen oop and went to sleep." "And heard and saw nothing of the fire?" "Nay, I see nowt, lad.
She's daft about that long, false, fleeching beggar of a father of hers, and red-mad about the Gregara, and proscribed names, and King James, and a wheen blethers. And you might think ye could guide her, ye would find yourself sore mista'en. Ye say ye've seen her but the once. . ." "Spoke with her but the once, I should have said," I interrupted.
Some of these subjects There's commercial geography, for instance. What is commercial geography?" "Barilla," said the assistant, biting the end of his pen, and added pensively, "and blethers." "Fad," said Blendershin, "Just fad.
Ye ken verra weel ye'll get nae parritch the nicht. I'll rin and fetch ye a 'piece' to stap awee the soun'." "Blethers an' havers!" cried Fanny, but she blinkit bonnily the while, an' when the tea was weel maskit, she smoored her wrath an' stappit her mooth wi' a bit o' oaten cake.
"And I repeat my question," said M'Brair: "Are you fit fit for this great charge? fit to carry and save souls?" "Fit? Blethers! As fit 's yoursel'," cried Haddo. "Are you so great a self-deceiver?" said M'Brair. "Wretched man, trampler upon God's covenants, crucifier of your Lord afresh. I will ding you to the earth with one word: How about the young woman, Janet M'Clour?"
But at the moment I had no such ray of comfort and, full of rage and shame, I dashed the paper down before Mackaye. "How shall I answer him? What shall I say?" The old man read it all through, with a grim saturnine smile. "Hoolie, hoolie, speech, is o' silver silence is o' gold says Thomas Carlyle, anent this an' ither matters. Wha'd be fashed wi' sic blethers?
"I've heard it said," says I, "that a raw egg's gude for a yooky nose." "You're aye hearin' some blethers," says he; "but there's Robbie Mershell i' the shop"; an' but he ran to sair him. I kent fine there was something up, so I keepit my lugs an' een open, but it beat me to get at the boddom o't.
That question Burns answered when he sat down by the ingle-cheek, and, looking backward, mused on the years of youth that had been spent 'in stringing blethers up in rhyme for fools to sing. He saw what he might have been; he knew too well what he was 'half-mad, half-fed, half-sarket. Yet the picture of what he might have been he dismissed lightly, almost disdainfully; for he saw what he might be yet what he should be.
I dinna ken what use thae soshilist triangles an' ither feelimageeries like hen's taes are genna be to you, but I howp they'll no' be learnin' ye to gie fowk jimp wecht, or it'll juist be the ruin o' your trade. I've nae objections to you haein' a hobby; but shurely you cud get a better ane gin a lot o' thae blethers o' Bandy Wobster's.
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