My blue jacket seemed in the sleeves to have picked a quarrel with the wrists, and had retreated to a tait below the elbows.

The haunch-buttons, on the contrary, appeared to have taken a strong liking to the shoulders, a little below which they showed their tarnished brightness.

At the middle of the back the tails terminated, leaving the well-worn rear of my corduroys, like a full moon seen through a dark haze.

Oh! but I must have been a bonny lad.
My first flame was the minister's lassie, Jess, a buxom and forward quean, two or three years older than myself.

I used to sit looking at her in the kirk, and felt a droll confusion when our eyes met.