"Ye're busy as usual, I see.

Weel, the hand o' the diligent maketh rich, ye ken." "That portion o' the Word maun be o' leemited application, I doot," returned Marget, as, withdrawing her hand from her cousin's, she turned again to the pot hanging over the fire.

"No man daurs to say that my han' has not been the han' o' the diligent; but Guid kens I'm nane the richer." "We maunna repine, Marget.

Richt or wrang, it's the Lord's will." "It's easy to you, Robert Bruce, wi' yer siller i' the bank, to speik that gait til a puir lone body like me, that maun slave for my bread whan I'm no sae young as I micht be.

No that I'm like to dee o' auld age either." "I haena sae muckle i' the bank as some folk may think; though what there is is safe eneuch.