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"Haud yer tongues. Whaur had we best stow the stanes, Curly?" "In oor yard. They'll never be noticed there." "That'll do. Some time the nicht, ye'll a' carry what stanes ye can get an' min' they're o' a serviceable natur' to Curly's yard. He'll be o' the ootluik for ye. An, I say, Curly, doesna your riggin-stane owerluik the maist o' the toon?" "Ay, General."
"They wad be dull thanks, mem, that war thankit afore I kenned what for." "For allowing you to carry me ashore, of course." "Be thankit, mem, wi' a' my hert. Will I gang doon o' my knees?" "No. Why should you go on your knees?" "'Cause ye're 'maist ower bonny to luik at stan'in', mem, an' I'm feared for angerin' ye." "Don't say ma'am to me." "What am I to say, than, mem? I ask yer pardon, mem."
Nunc insanus amor duri me Martis in armis, Tela inter media atque adversos detinet hostes; For cruel love had gartan'd low my leg, And clad my hurdies in a philabeg. Although, indeed, ye wear the trews, a garment whilk I approve maist of the twa, as mair ancient and seemly. 'Or rather, said Fergus, 'hear my song:
Gien I ca'd ye a cooard, it was 'at ye behaved sae ill to Phemy. 'Eh, the bonny little Phemy! I had 'maist forgotten her! Hoo is she, Kirsty? 'She's weel and verra weel, answered Kirsty; 'she's deid. 'Deid! echoed Gordon, with a cry, again raising himself on his elbow. 'Surely it wasna it wasna 'at the puir wee thing cudna forget me! The thing's no possible! I wasna worth it!
Being asked if he was not frightened, he replied, "Deed I think the bear was 'maist frightened o' the twa', for he just stood up on his twa hind legs, and glowered at me for a wee while till I waved the torch light toward him, when he gi' an awfu' snort, and ran into the woods as fast's ever he was able, an' I cam awa' hame no a bit the war, an' I think I'll never be sae' muckle feared about bears again."
Ye ken how the rhyme says I hae maist forgotten how to sing, or else the tune's left my auld head "He turn'd him right and round again, Said, Scorn na at my mither; Light loves I may get mony a ane, But minnie neer anither.
"The folk that ha'e the maist need o' a bath are the folk wha never get the chance o' yin," he went on. "Look at that chap wha was in the noo. He never needs to dirty a finger, an' look at the hoose he has to bide in, wi' its fine bathroom an' a' things that he needs. Och, but we are a silly lot o' blockheads!"
The Cuif put his hands in his pockets as if to keep them away from the dangerous temptation of touching Meg. He stood with his shoulder against the wall and chewed a straw. "What's come o' Maister Peden thae days?" asked Meg. "He's maist michty unsettled like," replied Saunders, "he's for a' the world like a stirk wi' a horse cleg on him that he canna get at.
"Ye are guid, Cosmo, efter the w'y I behaved to ye last nicht," she answered, with a tremble in her voice. "Dinna think o' 't nae mair, Aggie. To me it is as gien it had never been. My hert's the same to ye as afore an' justly. I believe I un'erstan' ye whiles 'maist as weel as ye du yersel'." "I houp whiles ye un'erstan' me better," answered Aggie.
'It was a fearfu' noise yon; it wakened me up oot o' the sleep o' the just, he said. 'I thocht the chimney mun have been stricken, but if sae, stanes wud hae come through the roof. Maist likely the auld ash-tree by the door has been stricken. Hark! he added, 'I think the storm's past, for it's rainin' hard enoo.
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