Ay, Marget's been puttin' new braid on his coat, an' he's carryin' the sma' black bag he bocht in Dundee last year: he'll hae's nicht-shirt an' a comb in't, I dinna doot.

Ye micht rin to the corner, Leeby, an' see if he cries in at Jess McTaggart's in passin'." "It's my opeenion," said Leeby, returning excitedly from the corner, "'at the lad Wilkie's no to be preachin' the morn, after a'.

When I gangs to the corner, at ony rate, what think ye's the first thing I see but the minister an' Sam'l Duthie meetin' face to face?
Ay, weel, it's gospel am tellin' ye when I say as Sam'l flung back his head an' walkit richt by the minister!" "Losh keep's a', Leeby; ye say that?
They maun hae haen a quarrel." "I'm thinkin' we'll hae Mr.Skinner i' the poopit the morn after a'." "It may be, it may be.

Ay, ay, look, Leeby, whatna bit kimmer's that wi' the twa jugs in her hand ?" "Eh?
Ou, it'll be Lawyer Ogilvy's servant lassieky gaen to the farm o' T'nowhead for the milk.

She gangs ilka Saturday nicht.