He comes o' a guid stock.

His father, honest man, was ane o' the Lord's ain, although he didna mak' sic a stan' as, maybe, he ought to hae dune; and gin his mither has been jist raither saft wi' him, and gi'en him ower lang a tether, he'll come a' richt afore lang, for he's worth luikin efter." "I dinna richtly unnerstan' ye, Thamas." "I dinna think the Lord 'll tyne the grip o' his father's son.

He's no convertit yet, but he's weel worth convertin', for there's guid stuff in him." Thomas did not consider how his common sense was running away with his theology.

But Macwha was not the man to bring him to book on that score.

His only reply lay in the careless _whishk whashk_ of his plane.
Thomas resumed: "He jist wants what ye want, Gleorge Macwha." "What's that, Thamas ?" asked George, with a grim attempt at a smile, as if to say: "I know what's coming, but I'm not going to mind it." "He jist wants to be weel shaken ower the mou' o' the pit.