'Saw ye ever sic a bourach (heap)?
It jist blecks (beats) me to think what ae body can du wi' sae mony kists.

For I mayna doobt but there's something or ither in ilka ane o' them.

Naebody wad carry aboot toom (empty) kists wi' them.

I cannot mak' it oot.' The boxes might well surprise Sandy, if we may draw any conclusions from the fact that the sole implement of personal adornment which he possessed was two inches of a broken comb, for which he had to search when he happened to want it, in the drawer of his stool, among awls, lumps of rosin for his violin, masses of the same substance wrought into shoemaker's wax for his ends, and packets of boar's bristles, commonly called birse, for the same.
'Are thae a' ae body's ?' asked Robert.
'Troth are they.

They're a' hers, I wat.