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Sic fules hae an awfu' time o' 't; for fowk hardly ever forgies them, and aye luiks doon upo' them.
Grimbal have brought up a flam-new granite post, hasp an' all complete 't is in the cart theer an' he called on me as a discreet, aged man to help un, an' so I did; an' Peter Bassett an' Sam Bonus here corned likewise, by my engagement, to do the heavy work an' aid in a gude deed." "Dig an inch, wan of 'e, and I'll shaw what's a gude deed! I doan't want no talk with you or them hulking gert fules.
"Come on, Drumsheugh," said Jamie Soutar, "gie's the end o't; it wes a michty mornin'." "'We're twa auld fules, says MacLure tae me, and he gaithers up his claithes. 'It wud set us better tae be tellin' Bell. "She wes sleepin' on the top o' her bed wrapped in a plaid, fair worn oot wi' three weeks' nursin' o' Saunders, but at the first touch she was oot upon the floor.
"I'll go in ter town termorrer," she thought, "an' have a crack wi' Jimmy Gedge; ee needn't be afeard for 'is livin'. An' them great fules as ha' bin runnin' in a string arter 'er, an' cacklin' about their eighteen-pence a score, as I've told 'em times, I'll eat my apron the fust week as iver they get it.
"Come on, Drumsheugh," said Jamie Soutar, "gie's the end o't; it wes a michty mornin'." "'We're twa auld fules, says MacLure tae me, and he gaithers up his claithes. 'It wud set us better tae be tellin' Bell. "She wes sleepin' on the top o' her bed wrapped in a plaid, fair worn oot wi' three weeks' nursin' o' Saunders, but at the first touch she was oot upon the floor.
Sooth, if only marriages be made in heaven, as they say, sure this is one. The laird will get his ain again, and the bonnyest leddy in a' the land to boot." "She is a bonny lass, but na too gude for him, although her fair hand does gie him back his lands." "It's only a' just as it sud be." "Na, it's no all as it sud be. Look at they fules trying to pit up yon triumphal arch!
"On second thoughts, Groove, you must not ask ten shillings; you must ask twenty pounds for that rubbish." "Twenty pund! What for will I seek twenty pund?" "Simply because people that would not give you ten shillings for it will offer you eleven pounds for it if you ask twenty pounds." "The fules," roared Groove. "Twenty pund! hem!" He looked closer into it.
D'yeou mean to tell me Cross Moore and Massey and them other men air perfect fules?" cried the widow. "Here 'tis 'most time for school to close, and they tell me the graduatin' class ain't nowhere near where they ought to be in their books. The supervisor come over himself, and he says he never seen sech ridiculous work as this Mr. Adams has done here. He he's a baby!
But the lassie's able to pay for her ain upbringin'." "It's no far 'at a hunner and fifty'll gang i' thae times, woman. An' it's a pity to tak frae the prencipal. She'll be merryin' some day." "Ow, 'deed, maybe. Bairns will be fules." "Weel, end na ye pit it oot at five per cent., and there wad aye be something comin' o' 't?
Dickens was ill, and his plot, whatever it may have been, would be irritatingly criticized by Forster before it was fully thought out. "Fules and bairns should not see half-done work," and Dickens may well have felt that Forster should not see work not even begun, but merely simmering in the author's own fancy. Forster does not tell us that Dickens communicated the secret in a letter.
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