You can scarcely imagine an old lady, however quaint, now making use of some of the expressions recorded in the text, or saying, for the purpose of breaking up a party of which she was tired, from holding bad cards, "We'll stop now, bairns; I'm no enterteened;" or urging more haste in going to church on the plea, "Come awa, or I'll be ower late for the 'wicked man'"-- her mode of expressing the commencement of the service.
Nothing could better illustrate the quiet pawky style for which our countrymen have been distinguished, than the old story of the piper and the wolves.

A Scottish piper was passing through a deep forest.

In the evening he sat down to take his supper.

He had hardly begun, when a number of hungry wolves, prowling about for food, collected round him.
In self-defence, the poor man began to throw pieces of his victuals to them, which they greedily devoured.

When he had disposed of all, in a fit of despair he took his pipes and began to play.