Come, David, we hae delayed o'er long." "Where are you going, uncle ?" "You ken where weel enough." "Dear uncle, be merciful.

At least let us go see Dr.Morrison first.
Whatever he says I will do." "I'll do that; I'll be glad to do that; maybe he'll find me a road out o' this sair, sair strait.

God help us all, for vain is the help o' man.".