For forbye 'at the door's maist as wide as twa ordinar doors, it was ance in twa halves like a chop-door.

And they're ill jined thegither, and the win' comes throu like a knife, and maist cuts a body in twa.

Ye see the bit hoosie was ance the dyer's dryin' hoose, afore he gaed further doon the watter." "Nae doobt ye're richt, Tibbie.

But seein' that I maun lay oot sae muckle, I'll be compelled to pit anither thrippence on to the rent." "Ither thrippence, Robert Bruce! That's three thrippences i' the ook in place o' twa.

That's an unco rise! Ye canna mean what ye say! It's a' that I'm able to do to pay my saxpence.