"He was sae bonny, Ellen, and that like his mither 'twould melt the hairt oot o' ye to look on him." "Ha'e ye no mair to tell me? Surely it never took ye these ten days to find oot what ye ha'e tell't." "The man was a kind sort o' a body, an' he took me oot to eat wi' him at a cafy, an' he paid it himsel', but I'm thinkin' his purse was sair empty whan he got through wi' it. I could na' help it.