Ay, ay, bein' a man, he wouldna think to tak off the chintz an' hae a look at the chair withoot it." Here Hendry, who had paid no attention to the conversation, broke in-- "Was ye speirin' had I seen Sam'l Duthie?
I saw 'im yesterday buyin' a fender at Will'um Crook's roup." "A fender! Ay, ay, that settles the queistion," said Leeby; "I'll warrant the fender was for Chirsty's parlour.

It's preyed on Chirsty's mind, they say, this fower-and-thirty year 'at she doesna hae a richt parlour fender." "Leeby, look! That's Robbie Tosh wi' the barrow.

He has a michty load o' luggage.

Am thinkin' the minister's bound for Tilliedrum." "Na, he's no, he's gaen to Edinbory, as ye micht ken by the bandbox.
That'll be his mither's bonnet he's takkin' back to get altered.

Ye'll mind she was never pleased wi' the set o' the flowers." "Weel, weel, here comes the minister himsel, an' very snod he is.