But it's bonnie, rael bonnie." "Noo, I'll jist read to ye what Milton says aboot his ain blin'ness.
But it's some ill to unnerstan'." "Maybe I'll unnerstan' 't better nor you, bairn.

Read awa'." So admonished, Annie read.

Tibbie fidgeted about on her seat.

It was impossible either should understand it.

And the proper names were a great puzzle to them.
"Tammy Riss!" said Tibbie; "I ken naething aboot _him_." "Na, neither do I," said Annie; and beginning the line again, she blundered over "_blind Maeonides_." "Ye're readin' 't wrang, bairn.