An' it disna become yer years, Betty.' 'My years are no to fin' faut wi', mem.

They're weel eneuch.' 'That's naething to the pint, Betty.

What's the laddie aboot ?' 'Do ye mean whan he gangs up the stair, mem ?' 'Ay.

Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean.' 'Weel, mem, I tell ye I dinna ken.

An' ye never heard me tell ye a lee sin' ever I was i' yer service, mem.' 'Na, nae doonricht.