I s' jist awa' benn to the mistress.

I s' hae nae sic doin's i' my hoose.' 'It's nae your hoose, Betty.

Dinna lee.' 'Weel, I s' hae nae sic things gang by my kitchie door.

There, Robert! what 'll ye mak' o' that?
There's nae offence, there, I houp, gin it suldna be a'thegither my ain hoose.

Tak Shargar oot o' that, or I s' awa' benn the hoose, as I tell ye.' Meantime Shargar was standing on the stones, looking like a terrified white rabbit, and shaking from head to foot with cold and fright combined.
'I'll tak him oot o' this, but it's up the stair, Betty.