I thank ye hertily.

Yon was the milk o' human kin'ness, gien ever was ony." As he spoke he rose, and stood up refreshed for his journey.
"I hae a sodger laddie awa' i' the het pairts ye spak o'," said the woman: "gien ye hadna ta'en the milk, ye wad hae gi'en me a sair hert." "Eh, gudewife, it wad hae gi'en me ane to think I had!" returned Donal.
"The Lord gie ye back yer sodger laddie safe an' soon'! Maybe I'll hae to gang efter 'im, sodger mysel'." "Na, na, that wadna do.

Ye're a scholar--that's easy to see, for a' ye're sae plain spoken.

It dis a body's hert guid to hear a man 'at un'erstan's things say them plain oot i' the tongue his mither taucht him.

Sic a ane 'ill gang straucht till's makker, an' fin' a'thing there hame-like.