It maun be my grandfather's fiddle 'at I hae heard tell o'.' 'No to ken a fiddle-case!' reflected Shargar, with as much of contempt as it was possible for him to show.
'I tell ye what, Shargar,' returned Robert, indignantly; 'ye may ken the box o' a fiddle better nor I do, but de'il hae me gin I dinna ken the fiddle itsel' raither better nor ye do in a fortnicht frae this time.

I s' tak' it to Dooble Sanny; he can play the fiddle fine.

An' I'll play 't too, or the de'il s' be in't.' 'Eh, man, that 'll be gran'!' cried Shargar, incapable of jealousy.

'We can gang to a' the markets thegither and gaither baubees (halfpence).' To this anticipation Robert returned no reply, for, hearing Betty come in, he judged it time to restore the violin to its case, and Betty's candle to the kitchen, lest she should invade the upper regions in search of it.

But that very night he managed to have an interview with Dooble Sanny, the shoemaker, and it was arranged between them that Robert should bring his violin on the evening at which my story has now arrived.
Whatever motive he had for seeking to commence the study of music, it holds even in more important matters that, if the thing pursued be good, there is a hope of the pursuit purifying the motive.