What do ye fancy ye'll be fit for?
The pulpit?
Na, they could never get diveenity into that bloackhead.

Him that the law of man whammles is no likely to do muckle better by the law of God.

What would ye make of hell?
Wouldna your gorge rise at that?
Na, there's no room for splairgers under the fower quarters of John Calvin.

What else is there?
Speak up.

Have ye got nothing of your own ?" "Father, let me go to the Peninsula," said Archie.