The auld fowk wadna pit up wi' her a week." "And what'll that cost ye, Marget ?" "I dinna ken.

But the lassie's able to pay for her ain upbringin'." "It's no far 'at a hunner and fifty'll gang i' thae times, woman.

An' it's a pity to tak frae the prencipal.

She'll be merryin' some day." "Ow, 'deed, maybe.

Bairns will be fules." "Weel, end na ye pit it oot at five per cent., and there wad aye be something comin' o' 't?
That wad be seven pun' ten i' the year, an' the bairnie micht amaist--no freely but nigh-han'-- be broucht up upo' that." Margaret lifted her head and looked at him.
"An' wha wad gie five per cent.