David quickened up a little.
'Tom, whar are yo goin ?' The other looked round at him uneasily.
'Niver yo mind.' The youth's uncouth clothes were carefully brushed, and his fat face, which wore an incongruous expression of anxiety and dejection, shone with washing.

David studied him a moment in silence, then he said abruptly-- 'Yo're goin prayer-meetin, that's what yo are.' 'An if I am, it's noa consarn o' yourn.

Yo're yan o' th'unregenerate; an I'll ask yo, Davy, if happen yo're goin town way, not to talk ony o' your carnal talk to me.

I'se got hindrances enough, t' Lord knows.' And the lad went his way, morosely hanging his head, and stepping more rapidly as though to get rid of his companion.
'Well, I niver!' exclaimed David, in his astonishment.

'What's wrong wi yo, Tom?
Yo've got no more spunk nor a moultin hen.