But when Jenny came in to cover up the fire for the night, she found him sitting before it, rubbing his hands in a very unhappy manner.
"Cousin," he said fretfully, "there is a new firm in Glasgo' to-day." "I hae heard tell o' it.

God send it prosperity." "It isna likely, Jenny; auld Lady Brith's money to start it! The godless auld woman! If Davie taks her advice, he's a gane lad." "Then, deacon, it's your ain fault.

Whatna for did ye not gie him the L2,000 ?" "Just hear the woman! It taks women and lads to talk o' L2,000 as if it were picked up on the planestanes." "If ye had loaned it, deacon, ye would hae had the right to spier into things, and gie the lad advice.

He maun tak his advice where he taks his money.

Ye flung that chance o' guiding Davie to the four winds.
And let me tell ye, Cousin Callendar, ye hae far too tight a grip on this warld's goods.