Hae ye been back to the school yet ?" "No.

I'm gaein the morn." "Ye're no gaein to strive wi' the maister afore nicht, are ye ?" "I dinna ken," answered Alec.

"Maybe he'll strive wi' me .-- But ye ken, Thomas," he continued, defending himself from what he supposed Thomas was thinking, "King Dawvid himsel' killed the giant." "Ow! ay; a' richt.

I'm no referrin' to that.

Maybe ye did verra richt.
But tak care, Alec--" here Thomas paused from his work, and turning towards the boy with a trowelful of mortar in his hand, spoke very slowly and solemnly--"tak ye care that ye beir no malice against the maister.