"Ye'll get the laddie taen up by the pollis.

Gie him thruppence--it's mair wise-like." "Oh, very well," said Jean, thwarted at the very beginning of her efforts in philanthropy.

"I'll go and see his mother to-morrow and find out what she needs.

Have you heard the news, Mrs.M'Cosh ?" Mrs.M'Cosh came farther into the room and folded her hands on her snow-white apron.
"Weel, Mhor came in and tell't me some kinna story aboot a lot o' money, but I thocht he was juist bletherin'.

Is't a fac' ?" "It would seem to be.