It belangs to the auld leddy, his mither,' said the weaver.
'Why don't you buy it, Mr.MacGregor, and set up a cotton mill?
There's not much doing with the linen now,' said Mr.Cocker.
'Me!' returned MacGregor, with indignation.

'The Lord forgie ye for mintin' (hinting) at sic a thing, Mr.Cocker! Me tak' to coaton! I wad as sune spin the hair frae Sawtan's hurdies.

Short fushionless dirt, that canna grow straucht oot o' the halesome yird, like the bonnie lint-bells, but maun stick itsel' upo' a buss!--set it up! Coorse vulgar stuff, 'at naebody wad weir but loup-coonter lads that wad fain luik like gentlemen by means o' the collars and ruffles--an' a' comin' frae the auld loom! They may weel affoord se'enteen hunner linen to set it aff wi' 'at has naething but coaton inside the breeks o' them.' 'But Dr.Wagstaff says it's healthier,' interposed Peddie.
'I'll wag a staff till him.

De'il a bit o' 't 's healthier! an' that he kens.

It's nae sae healthy, an' sae it mak's him mair wark wi' 's poothers an' his drauchts, an' ither stinkin' stuff.