I wudna hae ye thank God ye're no a cobbler like me! Ye micht, though, for it's little ye can ken o' the guid o' the callin'!" "I'll tell ye what for," answered Donal.

"I ken weel toon-fowk think it a heap better to hae to du wi' figures nor wi' sheep, but I'm no o' their min'; an' for ae thing, the sheep's alive.

I could weel fancy an angel a shepherd--an' he wad coont my father guid company! Troth, he wad want wings an' airms an' feet an' a' to luik efter the lambs whiles! But gien sic a ane was a clerk in a coontin' hoose, he wad hae to stow awa the wings; I cannot see what use he wad hae for them there.
He micht be an angel a' the time, an' that no a fallen ane, but he bude to lay aside something to fit the place." "But ye're no a shepherd the noo ?" said the cobbler.
"Na," replied Donal, "-- 'cep' it be I'm set to luik efter anither grade o' lamb.

A freen'-- ye may 'a' h'ard his name--sir Gilbert Galbraith--made the beginnin' o' a scholar o' me, an' noo I hae my degree frae the auld university o' Inverdaur." "Didna I think as muckle!" cried mistress Comin triumphant.

"I hadna time to say 't to ye, Anerew, but I was sure he was frae the college, an' that was hoo his feet war sae muckle waur furnisht nor his heid." "I hae a pair o' shune i' my kist, though--whan that comes!" said Donal, laughing.
"I only houp it winna be ower muckle to win up oor stair!" "I dinna think it.