"Dinna ye see the twa reid horse ?" "Ay," answered Donal; "I see them weel eneuch, but I'm nane the wiser nor gien they war twa reid whauls .-- Man," he went on, turning sharp round upon the fellow, "ye're no cawpable o' conceivin' the extent o' my ignorance! It's as rampant as the reid horse upo' your sign! I'll yield to naebody i' the amoont o' things I dinna ken!" The man stared at him for a moment.
"I s' warran'," he said, "ye ken mair nor ye care to lat on!" "An' what may that be ower the heid o' them ?--A crest, ca' ye 't ?" said Donal.
"It's a base pearl-beset," answered the landlord.
He had not a notion of what a base meant, or pearl-beset, yet prided himself on his knowledge of the words.
"Eh," returned Donal, "I took it for a skate!" "A skate!" repeated the landlord with offended sneer, and turned towards the house.
"I was thinkin' to put up wi' ye the nicht, gien ye could accommodate me at a rizzonable rate," said Donal.
"I dinna ken," replied Glumm, hesitating, with his back to him, between unwillingness to lose a penny, and resentment at the supposed badinage, which was indeed nothing but humour; "what wad ye ca' rizzonable ?" "I wadna grudge a saxpence for my bed; a shillin' I wad," answered Donal.
"Weel, ninepence than--for ye seemna owercome wi' siller." "Na," answered Donal, "I'm no that.

Whatever my burden, yon's no hit.
The loss o' what I hae wad hardly mak me lichter for my race." "Ye're a queer customer!" said the man.
"I'm no sae queer but I hae a kist comin' by the carrier," rejoined Donal, "direckit to the Morven Airms.

It'll be here in time doobtless." "We'll see whan it comes," remarked the landlord, implying the chest was easier invented than believed in.
"The warst o' 't is," continued Donal, "I canna weel shaw mysel' wantin' shune.

I hae a pair i' my kist, an' anither upo' my back,--but nane for my feet." "There's sutors enew," said the innkeeper.
"Weel we'll see as we gang.

I want a word wi' the minister.