No lang syne I woke up i' my bed lauchin' like onything, an' Lisbeth thocht I wasna weel.

It was something I dreamed 'at made me lauch, I couldna think what it was, but I laughed richt.

Was that no fell like a humorist ?" "That was neither here nor there," said Tammas.

"Na, dreams dinna coont, for we're no responsible for them.

Ay, an' what's mair, the mere lauchin's no the important side o' humour, even though ye hinna to be telt to lauch.