Thomas well knew his regard for animals, and had calculated upon it.
"Luik at the puir thing wi' its bonny reid een closed for ever! It's a mercy to think 'at there's no lemin' and lowin' (blazing and flaming) future in store for hit, puir mappy (bunny)!" "Hoot, hoot, Thamas, man! Isna that bein' richteous overmuch, as oor minister wad say ?" The question came in the husky voice of Peter Whaup, the blacksmith, who was now discovered leaning in over the half-door of the shop.
"And wha's _your_ minister, Peter, my man ?" retorted Thomas, with some acrimony.
"Mr Cooie, as ye weel ken, Thamas." "I thoucht as muckle.

The doctrine savours o' the man, Peter.

There's no fear o' him or ony o' his followers bein' richteous over-much." "Weel, ye ken, that's naething but a rabbit i' yer han'.

It wad hae been worried some day.

Hoo cam' 't by 'ts deith ?" "I didna mean to kill't.