The snaw maks unco little din, ye see.

It comes doon like the speerit himsel' upo' quaiet herts." "Did ye ever see, Tibbie ?" asked Annie, after a pause.
"Na; nae that I min' upo'.

I was but twa year auld, my mither used to tell fowk, whan I had the pock, an' it jist closed up my een for ever--i' this warl, ye ken.

I s' see some day as weel's ony o' ye, lass." "Do ye ken what licht is, Tibbie ?" said Annie, whom Milton had set meditating on Tibbie's physical in relation to her mental condition.
"Ay, weel eneuch," answered Tibbie, with a touch of indignation at the imputed ignorance.

"What for no?
What gars ye spier ?" "Ow! I jist wanted to ken." "Hoo could I no ken?
Disna the Saviour say: 'I am the licht o' the warl ?'--He that walketh in Him maun ken what licht is, lassie.