Ay, but stop a meenute, I wouldna wonder, no, really I would not wonder but what it'll be--" "The very thing 'at was passin' through my head, mother." "Ye mean 'at the lad Wilkie 'll be to bide wi' the lawyer i'stead o' wi' Sam'l Duthie?
Sal, am thinkin' that's it.

Ye ken Sam'l an' the lawyer married on cousins; but Mistress Ogilvy ay lookit on Chirsty as dirt aneath her feet.

She would be glad to get a minister, though, to the hoose, an' so I warrant the lad Wilkie 'll be to bide a' nicht at the lawyer's." "But what would Chirsty be doin' gettin' the chintz an' the fender in that case ?" "Ou, she'd been expeckin' the lad, of course.

Sal, she'll be in a michty tantrum aboot this.

I wouldna wonder though she gets Sam'l to gang ower to the U.P's." Leeby went once more to the attic.
"Ye're wrang, mother," she cried out.