It's far away the bainer way for me now." And Mrs.Ray put her apron to her eyes.
"Ye'll na boune yit, Mary," said Matthew.

"Ye'll na boune yon way for mony a lang year yit.

So dunnet ye beurt, Mary." Mattha's blubbering tones somewhat discredited his stoical advice.
Rotha had taken down a cup, and put the old man to sit between herself and Willy, facing Mrs.Ray.
"I met Ralph in the morning part," said Matthew; "he telt me all the ins and outs aboot it.

I reckon he were going to the kirk garth aboot the berryin'." Mrs.Ray raised her apron to her eyes again.

Willy got up and left the room.