Wha's Mr Cupples ?" "Weel, he kens that best himsel! But he's a gey queer ane.

He's a terrible scholar though, fowk says--gran' at the Greek, and rael bonny on the mathewmawtics.

Only ye maunna be fleyt (frightened) at him." "I'm easy fleyt," said Alec, with a laugh.

"But I wad like to see him." "Gang up, than, and chap at the garret door upo' yer left han'." "But what reason am I to gie him for disturbin' him ?" asked Alec.
"Ow nane ava.

Jist tak' a moufu' o' Greek wi' ye to speir the richt meanin' o', gin ye maun hae a rizzon." "That will do just first-rate," said Alec; "for here I have been puzzling over a sentence for the last half hour with nobody but this dim-sighted ghost of a Schrevelius to help me out with it.