"Haith, man! I'm blythe to see ye.

I whiles fa' into a bit dwam like this," he says; "it's frae the stamach." Weel, they began to crack about the Bass and which of them twa was to get the warding o't, and by little and little cam to very ill words, and twined in anger.

I mind weel, that as my faither and me gaed hame again, he cam ower and ower the same expression, how little he likit Tod Lapraik and his dwams.
"Dwam!" says he.

"I think folk hae brunt far dwams like yon." Aweel, my faither got the Bass and Tod had to go wantin'.

It was remembered sinsyne what way he had ta'en the thing.