What think ye, lassie ?" "Ay; the lichtnin' blin's fowk whiles.

And gin I luik straucht at the sun, I can see nothing efter't for a whilie." "I tell ye sae!" exclaimed Tibbie triumphantly.

"And do ye min' the veesion that the apostle John saw in Pawtmos?
I reckon he micht hae thocht lang there, a' him lane, gin it hadna been for the bonnie things, and the gran' things, and the terrible things 'at the Lord loot him see.

They _war_ gran' sichts! It was the veesion o' the Saviour himsel'-- Christ himsel'; and he says that his coontenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.

What think ye o' that, lass!" This was not a question, but an exulting exclamation.