"There's a kin' o' an air aboot the place I wad hardly hae thoucht balmy! But troth it's no the fau't o' the nicht!" "Ye're richt there also," returned the cobbler--his use of the conjunction impressing Donal.

"Still, the weather has to du wi' the smell--wi' the mair or less o' 't, that is.

It comes frae a tanneree nearby.

It's no an ill smell to them 'at's used til't; and ye wad hardly believe me, sir, but I smell the clover throuw 't.

Maybe I'm preejudized, seein' but for the tan-pits I couldna weel drive my trade; but sittin' here frae mornin' to nicht, I get a kin' o' a habit o' luikin' oot for my blessin's.