So I told him at long and last, when he came papping into my shop, plaguing me every time he passed, that I had fitted myself; and that there would be no need of his taking the trouble to call again.

Upon which he gave his blacked nieve a desperate thump on the counter, making the observation, that out of respect for him I might have given his son the preference.

Though I was a wee puzzled for an answer, I said to him for want of a better, that having a timber leg, he could not well creuk his hough to the shop-board for our trade.
"Hout, touts," said Saunders, giving his lips a smack--"Creuk his hough, ye body you! Do you think his timber leg canna screw off ?--That'll no pass." I was a little dumfoundered at this cleverness.

So I said, more on my guard--"True, true, Saunders, but he's ower little." "Ower little, and be hanged to ye!" cried the disrespectful follow, wheeling about on his heel, as he grasped the sneck of the shop-door, and gave a girn that showed the only clean parts of his body--to wit the whites of his eyes, and his sharp teeth:--"Ower little!--Pu, pu!--He's like the blackamoor's pig, then, Maister Wauch--he's like the blackamoor's pig--he may be ver' leetle, but he be tam ould;" and with this he showed his back, clapping the door at his tail without wishing a good-day; and I am scarcely sorry when I confess, that I never cut cloth for either father or son from that hour to this one, the losing of such a customer being no great matter at best, and almost clear gain compared with saddling myself with a callant with only one eye and one leg; the one having fallen a victim to the dregs of the measles, and the other having been harled off by a farmer's threshing-mill.

However, I got myself properly suited;--but ye shall hear.
Our neighbour Mrs Grassie, a widow woman, unco intimate with our wife, and very attentive to Benjie when he had the chin-cough, had a far-away cousin of the name of Glen, that held out among the howes of the Lammermoor hills--a distant part of the country, ye observe.