'There's a time for a' thing, and your time 's no come to forgather wi' this loaf yet.

Does na it smell fine?
It's new frae the bakehoose no ten minutes ago.

I ken by the fin' (feel) o' 't.' 'Lat me fin' 't,' said Shargar, stretching out one hand, and feeling his shilling with the other.
'Na.

Yer han's canna be clean.

And fowk suld aye eat clean, whether they gang clean or no.' 'I'll awa' in an' buy ane oot o' my ain shillin',' said Shargar, in a tone of resolute eagerness.
'Ye'll do naething o' the kin',' returned Robert, darting his hand at his collar.