Ye see there's ither ways for things to come intil a body's heid.

There's mair doors nor the een.

There's back doors, whiles, that lat ye oot to the bonnie gairden, and that's better nor the road-side.
And the smell o' the braw flooers comes in at the back winnocks, ye ken .-- Whilk o' the bonnie flooers do ye think likest _Him_, Annie Anderson ?" "Eh! I dinna ken, Tibbie.

I'm thinkin' they maun be a' like him." "Ay, ay, nae doobt.

But some o' them may be liker him nor ithers." "Weel, whilk do _ye_ think likest him, Tibbie ?" "I think it maun be the minnonette--sae clean and sae fine and sae weel content." "Ay, ye're speiken by the smell, Tibbie.