You 'at's rouch men disna ken hoo to do a thing o' that sort.

I s' manage Thamas weel eneuch.

I ken the nater o' him." And sure enough he ate it up at once, that she might take the dish back with her.
Annie went every day to ask after him, and every day had a kind reception from Jean, who bore her no grudge for the ignominious treatment of Thomas on that evening memorable to Annie.

At length, one day, after many weeks, Jean asked her if she would not like to see him.
"Ay wad I; richt weel," answered she.
Jean led her at once into Thomas's room, where he lay in a bed in the wall.

He held out his hand.