What hae YE dune, my man ?" "I wadna hae muckle chance o' duin' onything, gien a' body was like you.

But did ye never hear tell o' ane 'at said:'Ye wad du naething for nane o' mine, sae ye refeesed mysel' ?" "Deed, an' I wull refeese yersel'," returned the old man.

"Sic a chield for jaw an'cheek--saw I never nane--as the auld sang says! Whaur on this earth cam ye frae ?" As he spoke, he gave Cosmo a round punch on the shoulder next him that made him look from his work, and then began eying him up and down in the most supercilious manner.

He was a small, withered, bowed man, with a thin wizened face, crowned by a much worn fur cap.

His mouth had been so long drawn down at each corner as by weights of discontent, that it formed nearly a half-circle.