If he'd only shave off yon beard, an' let himsel' be decently happed in good claiths, why he might pass in ony gentleman's gerden for a skeelful buttanist." "Is he as good a kitchen gardener as he is in the green-house, and among the flowers ?" "Weel, your honor, guid troth, 'am sairly puzzled there; hoot, no, sir; de'il a thing almost he kens about the kitchen gerden--a' his strength lies among the flowers and in the green-house." "Well, well, that's where we principally want him.

I sent for you, Malcomson, to desire you'd raise his wages--the laborer is worthy of his hire; and a good laborer of good hire.

Let him have four shillings a week additional." "Troth, your honor, 'am no sayin' but he weel deserves it; but, Lord haud a care o' us, he's a queer one, yon." "Why, what do you mean ?" "Why, de'il heat he seems to care about siller any mair than if it was sklate stains.

On Saturday last, when he was paid his weekly wages by the steward, he met a puir sickly-lookin' auld wife, wi' a string o' sickly-looking weans at the body's heels; she didna ask him for charity, for, in troth, he appeared, binna it wearna for the weans, as great an objeck as hersel'; noo, what wad yer honor think?
he gaes ower and gies till her a hale crown o' siller out o' his ain wage.

Was ever onything heard like yon ?" "Well, I know the cause of it, Malcomson.