I wuss I had never left Glashgar.

There's aye room there.
Or gien I cud win oot amo' the rigs! There's nane o' them left, but there's the rucks--they're no soomin' yet! I want to gang to the Lord, but I maunna weet Willie Mackay's claes." "It's a sair peety," said Janet, "'at the men fowk disna learn to weyve stockin's, or dee something or ither wi' their han's.

Mony's the time my stockin' 's been maist as guid's a cloaset to me, though I cudna jist gang intil't.

But what maitters 't! A prayer i' the hert 's sure to fin' the ro'd oot.

The hert's the last place 'at can haud ane in.