Since sune after my marriage I've needed the stick, but there was days 'at I could gang across the road an' sit on a stane.

Joey kent there was something wrang when I had to gie that up, an' syne he noticed 'at I couldna even gang to the window unless Hendry kind o' carried me.

Na, ye wouldna think 'at there could hae been days when Hendry did that, but he did.

He was a sort o' ashamed if ony o' the neighbours saw him so affectionate like, but he was terrible taen up aboot me.

His loom was doon at T'nowhead's Bell's father's, an' often he cam awa up to see if I was ony better.