He hitched his breeches, too, with a nautical air.
"Is there nowhere else we can put up ?" Dickson asked.
"Not in this one-horse place.

Just a wheen auld wives that packed thegether they haven't room for an extra hen.

But it's grand weather, and it's not above seven miles to Auchenlochan.

Say the word and I'll yoke the horse and drive ye there." "Thank you.

We prefer to walk," said Mr.Heritage.