"Donald used to be quite contemptuous of any slight efforts at profanity in the barrack yard, although they sickened me.

'Toots, Colonel; ye do not need to be troubling yourself with such poor little words, for they are just nothing at all, and yet the bodies will be saying them over and over again like parrots.

Now a Lochaber man could hef been saying what he wass wanting for fifteen minutes, and nefer hef used the same word twice, unless he had been forgetting his Gaelic.

It's a peautiful language, the Gaelic, when you will not be fery well pleased with a man.'" "That is very good, dad, but I think we were speaking in Scotch, and you have not told me that nice complimentary title I am living to deserve.

Is 'cutty' the disreputable word?
for I think I 've passed that rank already; it sounds quite familiar." "No, it's a far more fetching word than 'cutty,' or even than 'randy' (scold), which you may have heard." "I have," replied Kate instantly, "more than once, and especially after I had a difference in opinion with Lieutenant Strange.