I mind o' sayin' to him one day in my bed, 'Ye made a poor bargain, Hendry, when ye took me.' But he says, 'Not one soul in Thrums 'll daur say that to me but yersel, Jess.

Na, na, my dawty, you're the wuman o' my choice; there's juist one wuman i' the warld to me, an' that's you, my ain Jess.' Twa an' twenty years syne.
Ay, Hendry called me fond like names, thae no everyday names.

What a straucht man he was! "The doctor had said he could do no more for me, an' Hendry was the only ane 'at didna gie me up.

The bairns, of course, didna understan', and Joey would come into the bed an' play on the top o' me.

Hendry would hae ta'en him awa, but I liked to hae 'im.