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He remained at the pigsty until Sam'l left the farm, when he joined him at the top of the brae, and they went home together. "It's yersel', Sanders," said Sam'l. "It is so, Sam'l," said Sanders. "Very cauld," said Sam'l. "Blawy," assented Sanders. After a pause "Sam'l," said Sanders. "Ay." "I'm hearing ye're to be mairit." "Ay." "Weel, Sam'l, she's a snod bit lassie." "Thank ye," said Sam'l.
He remained at the pig-sty until Sam'l left the farm, when he joined him at the top of the brae, and they went home together. "It's yersel, Sanders," said Sam'l. "It is so, Sam'l," said Sanders. "Very cauld," said Sam'l. "Blawy," assented Sanders. After a pause "Sam'l," said Sanders. "Ay." "I'm hearin' ye're to be mairit." "Ay." "Weel, Sam'l, she's a snod bit lassie." "Thank ye," said Sam'l.
It'll be the lad Wilkie; him 'at's mither mairit on Sam'l Duthie's wife's brither. They bide in Cupar, an' I mind 'at when the son was here twa or three year syne he was juist gaen to begin the diveenity classes in Glesca." "If that's so, Leeby, he would be sure to bide wi' Sam'l. Hendry, hae ye heard 'at Sam'l Duthie's expeckin' a stranger the nicht?"
Some said it was because he was always frightened lest his young men should intermarry with other denominations, but Sanders explained it differently to Sam'l. "I hav'na a word to say agin the minister," he said; "they're gran' prayers, but Sam'l, he's a mairit man himsel." "He's a' the better for that, Sanders, is'na he?"
After managin' to withstand the women o' foreign lands for a' thae years, he gaed fair skeer aboot this stocky at Tilliedrum. She's juist seventeen years auld, an' the auld fule sits wi' his airm round her in Eppie's hoose, though they've been mairit this fortnicht." "The doited fule," said Jess.
She was ane o' the warst agin me at first, but she telt me i' the buryin' ground 'at when a man mairit he should please 'imsel. Oh, they're comin' round." What Kitty told Jess was "I minded o' the tinkler wuman 'at he gae a shillin' to, so I thocht I would butter up at the auld fule too.
He remained at the pigsty until Sam'l left the farm, when he joined him at the top of the brae, and they went home together. "It's yersel, Sanders," said Sam'l. "It is so, Sam'l," said Sanders. "Very cauld," said Sam'l. "Blawy," assented Sanders. After a pause "Sam'l," said Sanders. "Ay." "I'm hearin' yer to be mairit." "Ay." "Weel, Sam'l, she's a snod bit lassie." "Thank ye," said Sam'l.
"Ou, she's naething by the ord'nar'; but ye see she was mairit to a Tilliedrum man no lang syne, an' they're said to hae a michty grand establishment. Ay, they've a wardrobe spleet new; an' what think ye Tibbie wears ilka day?" I shook my head. "It was Chirsty Miller 'at put it through the toon," Henry continued.
Some said it was because he was always frightened lest his young men should intermarry with other denominations, but Sanders explained it differently to Sam'l. "I hav'na a word to say agin the minister," he said; "they're gran' prayers, but, Sam'l, he's a mairit man himsel." "He's a' the better for that, Sanders, isna he?"
"I canna help it, Leeby," said Jess. "Na, an' I canna bear to think o' Jamie bein' mairit. It would lay me low to loss my laddie. No yet, no yet." "But, mother," said Leeby, quoting from the minister at weddings, "ye wouldna be lossin' a son, but juist gainin' a dochter." "Dinna haver, Leeby," answered Jess, "I want nane o' thae dochters; na, na."
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