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Maybe de dress won't fit." "'Ha! You don' know me, mamselle, I say. 'I can guess de weight of a caribou to five poun'. She'll be same size la'kin' one inch 'roun' de wais'." "'Poleon Doret, she say, 'you ain' no Franchemans to talk lak'dat. Look here!
I was jist comin' ower the watter for a walk, and I thocht I micht as weel fess the bit siller wi' me that I'm awin ye." Annie stared. She did not know what he meant. He explained. I hae jist brocht ye ten poun' to pit i' yer ain pooch i' the meantime." Annie could hardly believe her ears. Could she be the rightful owner of such untold wealth?
'Hae ye ony siller laid up, Betty? 'Ay. I hae feifteen poun' i' the savin's bank. 'An' what do ye think o' doin'? 'I'll get a bit roomy, an' tak in washin'. 'Weel, I'll tell ye what I wad like ye to do. Ye ken Mistress Elshender? 'Fine that. An' a verra dacent body she is. 'Weel, gin ye like, ye can haud this hoose, an' a' 'at's in't, jist as it is, till the day o' yer deith.
Weighs nigh on to three poun', I'm guessin'." Ralph took the bag and weighed it in his hand. "More," he said. "Ther's fi' poun' o' weight ther'." "Guess them bags together means fifteen to twenty thousan' dollars, sure," said Nick, his eyes shining at the thought. "I don't rightly know," said Ralph. "It's a goodish wad, I 'lows." Nick returned the store to the chest which Ralph relocked.
"Wi' yer permission I'll leave him," M'Adam answered meekly. "I'm short o' the ready," the big man pursued, "or I wouldna part with him. Could I bide me time there's many'd be glad to give me a tenner for one o' that bree " he caught himself up hastily "for a dog sic as that." "And yet ye offer him me for a poun'! Noble indeed!"
"Spose I got half pound powder in old horn, box caps mos' full, an' tree poun' goose shot," said Peter. "We have, then, somewhere between one hundred and fifty and two hundred rounds of ammunition, and provisions for a week, allowing ourselves no addition to the present stock. Count the decoys, Regnie, while I look up our tools, &c."
Burns's shop, an' hauding a heap o' conference wi' im about them; an' I tell ye, sir, they're maistly a' di'mon's; an' the nummer o' thoosan' poun' they maun be worth gien they be worth a saxpence, I daurna guess!" "They'll be eneuch to pey oor debts ony gait, ye think, Cosmo?" "Ay, that wull they an' mony a hun'er times ower. They're maistly a guid size, an' no a feow o' them lairge."
Mars Dugal' seed 'em tergedder one Sunday, en de nex' time he seed Dave atter dat, sezee: "'Dave, w'en yer en Dilsey gits ready fer ter git married, I ain' got no rejections. Dey's a poun' er so er chawin'-terbacker up at de house, en I reckon yo' mist'iss kin fine a frock en a ribbin er two fer Dilsey.
Dad rushed "Dummy." "Three poun' ten," he said, eagerly. The auctioneer rushed Dad. "YOURS," he said, bringing his hammer down with a bang; "you deserve her, old man!" And the station-manager chuckled and took Dad's name and Dad's money. Dad was very pleased, and eager to start home.
"Weel, Aggie, I daurna temp' ye to bide gien ye oucht to gang; an' ye wad but despise me gien I was fule eneuch to try 't. But ye canna refuse to share wi' me. That wadna be like ane 'at had the same father an' the same maister. Tak a thoosan' poun' to begin wi', an' gang an' an' du onything ye like, only dinna work yersel' to deith wi' rouch wark. I canna bide to think o' 't."
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