"It would be a' through the toon afore nicht." "Weel, all I can say," said Hendry, "is 'at ye're terrible foolish to tak the want o' sic a useless thing to heart." "Am no takkin' 't to heart," retorted Jess, as usual.
Jess needed many things in her days that poverty kept from her to the end, and the cloak was merely a luxury.

She would soon have let it slip by as something unattainable had not Hendry encouraged it to rankle in her mind.

I cannot say when he first determined that Jess should have a cloak, come the money as it liked, for he was too ashamed of his weakness to admit his project to me.

I remember, however, his saying to Jess one day: "I'll warrant you could mak a cloak yersel the marrows o' thae eleven and a bits, at half the price ?" "It would cost," said Jess, "sax an' saxpence, exactly.

The cloth would be five shillins, an' the beads a shillin'.