He didna lat on to the other weavers 'at he was comin' to see what like I was.

Na, he juist said he'd forgotten a pirn, or his cruizey lamp, or ony thing.

Ah, but he didna mak nae pretence o' no carin' for me aince he was inside the hoose.

He came crawlin' to the bed no to wauken me if I was sleepin', an' mony a time I made belief 'at I was, juist to please him.

It was an awfu' business on him to hae a young wife sae helpless, but he wasna the man to cast that at me.