An auld blin' body like me disna fa' in wi' saxpences whan she gangs luikin aboot wi' her lang fingers for a pirn or a prin that she's looten fa'." "But ye do a heap o' spinnin', Tibbie, wi' thae lang fingers.

There's naebody in Glamerton spins like ye." "Maybe ay and maybe no.

It's no muckle that that comes till.

I wadna spin sae weel gin it warna that the Almichty pat some sicht into the pints o' my fingers, 'cause there was nane left i' my een.

An' gin ye mak ither thrippence a week oot o' that, ye'll be turnin' the wather that He sent to ca my mill into your dam; an' I doot it'll play ill water wi' your wheels." "Hoot, hoot! Tibbie, woman! It gangs sair against me to appear to be hard-hertit." "I hae nae doobt.