A poor man isna competent.

The rich hae straits the poor canna fathom." And then he saw in light as clear as crystal a slip of paper hid away in a secret drawer.
Just at this moment a little lad bairn entered the room; a child with bright, daring eyes, and a comically haughty, confident manner.

He attracted Crawford's attention at once.
"What's your name, my wee man ?" "Alexander is my name." "That is my name." "It is not," he answered positively; "don't say that any more." "Will you hae a sixpence ?" "Yes, I will.

Money is good.

It buys sweeties." "Whose boy is that, dominie ?" "Mrs.Hope's.