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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.
If you get the spindle and distaff ready, my lass, God is sure to send the flax; and by the same token, if you get your plenishing made and marked, and your bride-clothes finished, God will certainly send the husband." "Jamie said in his last letter the one in which he bid me farewell 'I will never come back to Scotland." "Toots! Havers! 'I will' is for the Lord God Almighty to say.
"But I'm taking up your time with havers about my own country, and I ask your pardon; though I'm not ashamed to say that, for what I've seen of the world tropics and all give me the north-east coast of Scotland!
"This is the time when that fool mill-rule goes bump!" The colonel's triumphant tone hinted that he had been waiting for a time like this. His entrance and his voice of authority took all the attention of the other waiters off their own affairs. "Call out Mayor Morrison." "Haud yer havers, ye keckling loon! Whaur's yer een for the tickit gillie?"
"Ye'll be needing a wash the day, Mon Sandy, and the Sawbath but fower days syne," opined Dam, critically observing the moss-and-mud streaked head, face and neck of the raving, incoherent victim of Lucille's effort. When at all lucid and comprehensible Mr. Dam pocketed his hands and said but: "Havers, Mon Sandy!" "I'll tak' the hide fra y'r bones yet, ye feckless, impident "
He was for bangin' into the auld Tower straight away and shootin' Dobson if he tried to stop them. 'Havers, say I, 'let them break their teeth on the Tower, thinkin' the leddy's inside, and that'll give us time, for Heritage is no' the lad to surrender in a hurry." "Where are they now?" "In the Hoose o' Dalquharter, and a sore job I had gettin' them in.
"Naething mair? havers, man, ye dinna mean tae say they pack beds an' tables in boxes; a' doot there 's a truck missin'." Then Mains went over where the minister was fidgeting beside his possessions. "No, no," said Saunderson, when the situation was put before him, "it's all here. I counted the boxes, and I packed every box myself.
"What cud gar ye think I likit sic havers? The crater was preachin' till's ain shaidow. And he pat me into sic an unchristian temper o' dislike to him and a' the concern, that I ran to my city o' refuge. I never gang to the kirk wi'oot it�-I mean my pocket-buik. And I tried to gie birth till a sang, the quhilk, like Jove, I conceived i' my heid last nicht."
'What for did ye fecht then? 'Nane o' your business. 'Weel, get up. Yer breeks'll get soakit sittin' there. The victor donned his jacket. 'Ma breeks is nane o' your business, neither. 'Ach, Wullie, dinna be a wean. Get up an' shake han's. I've got to gang. 'Gang then! Awa' an' boast to yer girl that ye hut a man on his nose behind his back 'Havers, man! What's wrang wi' ye?
The little fixed star in Una's eye was never so bright a twinkling star of portent. "The wishing stone on Greylock! Oh! I never knew there was one." "Havers, woman! Dinna ye ken that ye hae a tongue to hold?" muttered the grizzled chauffeur, in a stern aside.
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