I'm thinking I'll just come and cuik till ye a wee for auld lang syne thretty schelln the day an' ye'll buy the flesh o' me. I'll sell it a hantle cheaper than thir warldly-minded fleshers." Bref, he came to be shorn, and remained to fleece. He went and told George what he had done. "Hech! hech!" whined he, "thir's a maist awfu' come doon for the McLaughlans -but wha wadna' stuip to lift gowd?"