Just imagine 'im 'andlin' the dead and then 'andlin' me!" "Eh, ye nesty cratur," said Bella, much disgusted "But I suppose ye're meaning _English_ undertakers--men that does naething but work wi' funerals--a fearsome ill job.

Here it's the jiner that does a' thing, so it's faur mair homely." "Speakin' about marriages," said Mawson, who preferred cheerful subjects, "I do enjoy a nice weddin'.

The motors and the bridesmaids and the flowers.

Is there no chance of a weddin' 'ere ?" Miss Bathgate shook her head.
"Why not Miss Jean ?" Mawson suggested.
Again Miss Bathgate shook her head.
"Nae siller," she said briefly.
"What! No money, you mean?
But h'every gentleman ain't after money." Mawson's expression grew softly sentimental as she added, "Many a one marries for love, like the King and the beggar-maid." "Mebbe," said Bella, "but the auld rhyme's oftener true: "'Be a lassie ne'er sae black, Gie her but the name o' siller, Set her up on Tintock tap An' the wind'll blaw a man till her.
Be a lassie ne'er sae fair, Gin she hinna penny-siller, A flea may fell her in the air Ere a man be evened till her.' "I would like fine to see Miss Jean get a guid man, for she's no' a bad lassie, but I doot she'll never manage't." "Oh, Beller, you do take an 'opeless view of things.

I think it's because you wear black so much.