Ay, that's the genteel thing." "A smile, they ca' it," interposed T'nowhead.
"I said a smile," continued Tammas.

"Then there's her waist.

I say naething agin her waist, speakin' in the ord'nar meanin'; but, conseedered critically, there's a want o' suppleness, as ye micht say, aboot it.

Ay, it doesna compare wi' the waist o' -- --" (Here Tammas mentioned a young lady who had recently married into a local county family.) "That was a pretty tiddy," said Hookey, "Ou, losh, ay! it made me a kind o' queery to look at her." "Ye're ower kyowowy (particular), Tammas," said Pete.
"I may be, Pete," Tammas admitted; "but I maun say I'm fond o' a bonny-looken wuman, an' no aisy to please; na, I'm nat'rally ane o' the critical kind." "It's extror'nar," said T'nowhead, "what a poo'er beauty has.

I mind when I was a callant readin' aboot Mary Queen o' Scots till I was fair mad, lads; yes, I was fair mad at her bein' deid.