"Wid there be ony chance, think ye, Sam'l ?" "I'm thinkin' she widna hae ye for her first, Pete," replied Sam'l, in one of those happy flashes that come to some men, "but there's nae sayin' but what she micht tak ye to finish up wi.'" The unexpectedness of this sally startled every one.

Though Sam'l did not set up for a wit, however, like Davit, it was notorious that he could say a cutting thing once in a way.
"Did ye ever see Bell reddin up ?" asked Pete, recovering from his overthrow.

He was a man who bore no malice.
"It's a sicht," said Sam'l, solemnly.
"Hoo will that be ?" asked Jamie Deuchars.
"It's weel worth yer while," said Pete, "to ging atower to the T'nowhead an' see.

Ye'll mind the closed-in beds i' the kitchen?
Ay, weel, they're a fell spoilt crew, T'nowhead's litlins, an' no that aisy to manage.

Th' ither lasses Lisbeth's hae'n had a michty trouble wi' them.