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Efter kirnin' aboot amon' the leaves o' his book for a meenit or twa, Nathan got up his nose to the moo o' the lantern an' read oot "A slice o' a drunkard's liver." "What d'ye say?" says Sandy. "Lat's see't." "A slice o' a drunkard's liver," says Nathan again. Sandy grippit the book, an' efter a meenit, he says, "Ay, man; so you're richt. There's been some mixin' amon' the pictures.
I thought he had forgotten me, he was so engrossed in his handiwork. "Lat colla?" he mused by-and-by. "Lat's Mista Minista, boy." "Mister Minister Malden?" And there both of us stared a little, for there was a voice at the door. "Yes? Yes? What is it?" Minister Malden stood with his head and shoulders bent, wary of the low door-frame, and his eyes blinking in the new light.
Lat's see ye knokin' the colour oot o' Snapper Morrison's ballin'." Sal, mind ye, an' Batchy wasna lang o' doin' that. He shut his een, an' hit sweech at the ba', an' awa' it gaed sailin' ower the dyke. "Well away," roared the loons roond aboot me. "That's a sixer. Play up, Batchy!"
Toorn an' lat's 'ave a look at yo." Now that the innocence of her face was gone, Mrs. Gale had a stern duty to perform by Essy. "They've gien yo t' saack?" "T' Vicar give it mae." "Troost'im! Whan did 'e gie it yo?" "Yasterda'." "T'moonth's nawtice?" "Naw. I aassked 'im t' kape me anoother two moonths an' 'e woonna. I aassked 'im t' kape me over Christmas an' 'e woonna. I'm to leaave Saturda'."
Lat's hear ye gie them a gude screed on the topiks of the day." Sandy gae a bit hauch, an' swallowed a spittal, an' stappin' forrit a bittie, began "Mester Chairman " He gae Pottie a glower that nearhand knokit him aff the box he was sittin' on. "Mester Chairman," says he, "we are gaithered thegither to meet wan anither as fella ratepayers. If you want a tip-top cooncillor, I'm your man.
"Cosmo, we're ower lang ohn thankit. Come here, my son; gang down upo' yer knees, an lat's say to the Lord what we're thinkin'." Cosmo obeyed, and knelt at his father's knee, and his father laid his hand upon his head that so they might pray more in one.
There cudna hae been a hole there afore the weicht o' my fit cam doon upo' the spot and ca'd it throuw! I gaed in maist til my knee! 'Lat's luik! said Kirsty, and proceeded to examine the place.
Matthew, and came to these words: "If two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of My Father which is in heaven." "There's twa o' 's here!" cried Andrew, laying down the book. "Lat's try 't!" "Try what?" said Sandy. His brother read the passage again. "Lat the twa o' 's speir Him for something!" concluded Andrew. "What wull't be?"
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