I ken a' aboot ye.

Gie's a haud o' yer han'.

I bide i' that wee hoosie down at the brig, atween the dam and the Glamour, ye ken.

Ye'll haud me aff o' the stanes ?" "Ay will I." answered Annie confidently.
"I could gang my lane, but I'm growin some auld noo, and I'm jist raither feared for fa'in'." "What garred ye think it was me--I never spak till ye afore ?" asked Annie, as they walked on together.
"Weel, it's jist half guissin', an' half a kin' o' jeedgment--pittin things thegither, ye ken, my bairn.

Ye see, I kent a' the bairns that come to oor kirk weel eneuch already.