The dulseman had perhaps a halfpenny from him in the fortnight.

I noticed that for a long time Hendry neither smoked nor snuffed, and I knew that for years he had carried a shilling in his snuff-mull.

The remainder of the money he must have made by extra work at his loom, by working harder, for he could scarcely have worked longer.
It was one day shortly before Jamie's return to Thrums that Jess saw Hendry pass the house and go down the brae when he ought to have come in to his brose.

She sat at the window watching for him, and by and by he reappeared, carrying a parcel.
"Whaur on earth hae ye been ?" she asked, "an' what's that you're carryin' ?" "Did ye think it was an eleven an' a bit ?" said Hendry.
"No, I didna," answered Jess, indignantly.
Then Hendry slowly undid the knots of the string with which the parcel was tied.

He took off the brown paper.
"There's yer cloth," he said, "an' here's one an' saxpence for the beads an' the buttons." While Jess still stared he followed me ben the house.
"It's a terrible haver," he said, apologetically, "but she had set her heart on't.".