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Updated: June 6, 2025
'It doesn't matter my having it, you know, now that you've read it to me, I want to make you do it justice. But it's quite time I were going home. Besides, I really don't think you can see to read any more. 'Weel, it's better no to try, though I hae them maistly upo' my tongue: I might blunder, and that wad blaud them. Will you let me go home with you? he added, in pure tremulous English.
"Ay!" said Nicie, "it wad be a gey cheenged warl' gien fowk gaed to my mither, an' did as she wad hae them. She says fowk sud never tell but the ill they ken o' themsel's, an' the guid they ken o' ither fowk; an' that's jist the contrar', ye ken, missie, to what fowk maistly dis dee." A pause naturally followed, which Ginny broke.
Nae doobt he got the wauges 'at the apostle speyks o', whilk is, as ye well ken, deith 'the wauges o' sin is deith. But, maistly, sic-like sinners get first wauges o' anither speckle frae the maister o' them.
"Witness, tell the jury what occurred, within your own knowledge, while you were in the grounds of Castle Lone," said Mr. Keir. "And how will I tell onything right gin I am forbid to name the name o' him wha wur maistly concernit?" demanded Rose Cameron. "You are to give your own testimony in your own way, unless otherwise instructed by the bench," said Mr. Keir.
"He aye can tell what's wrong wi' a body, an' maistly he can put ye richt, and there's nae new-fangled wys wi' him; a blister for the ootside an' Epsom salts for the inside dis his wark, an' they say there's no an herb on the hills he disna ken.
'It's a guid Bible-curse, mother! It's but a w'y o' sayin "His wull be dune!" 'Ye needna be sae fell aboot the laird, Miss Barclay! He was nae partic'lar frien o' yours gien a' tales be true! remarked her admirer. 'I'm tellin ye tales is maistly lees. I hae kenned the laird sin' he was a wee laddie and afore that; and I'm no gaein to hear him leed upo' and haud my tongue!
"My dear, it's news to me," cried he, in great wonder, "for never a knock did I knock," and his eyes were laughing down at her. "What!" she cries; "what! And who would be daring?" "That's just what I cannot say, for the lads think ye're no' canny some way, but maistly because the weemen hiv them under their thumbs, so I'm thinkin' it must just have been Hamish."
"He aye can tell what's wrang wi' a body, an' maistly he can put ye richt, and there's nae new-fangled wys wi' him: a blister for the ootside an' Epsom salts for the inside dis his wark, an' they say there's no an herb on the hills he disna ken.
"Hoots, lass," he said, patting her shoulder, "greetin' does no good. Come wi' me the morn in the Good Intent. That will be three tides before her regular sailing date, but I ken Captain Penman. He is under some obligations to me, and the Good Intent weel, she's maistly my ain. But though ye canna speak to the Princess, ye had better tell Miss Aline.
"He aye can tell what's wrang wi' a body, an' maistly he can put ye richt, and there's nae new-fangled wys wi' him: a blister for the ootside an' Epsom salts for the inside dis his wark, an' they say there's no an herb on the hills he disna ken.
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