Little cares she for the maister, gien onybody at the Hoose be in want o' her!" "Is there naething I cud help ye wi', Aggie, afore I gang ?" asked Cosmo.

"Somebody tellt me ye was tryin' yer han' at algebra." "Naebody had ony business to tell ye ony sic a thing," returned Aggie, rather angrily.

"It's no at the schuil I wad think o' sic a ploy.

They wad a' lauch fine! But I WAD fain ken what's intil the thing.

I canNOT un'erstan' hoo fowk can coont wi' letters an' crosses an' strokes in place o' figgers.