'Come awa' hame.' 'Whaur til ?' asked Shargar in dismay.
'Hame to yer ain bed at my grannie's.' 'Na, na,' said Shargar, hurriedly, retreating within the door of the hovel.

'Na, na, Bob, lad, I s' no du that.

She's an awfu' wuman, that grannie o' yours.

I canna think hoo ye can bide wi' her.

I'm weel oot o' her grups, I can tell ye.' It required a good deal of persuasion, but at last Robert prevailed upon Shargar to return.