Healthier! What neist ?' 'Somebody tellt me,' said the bookseller, inwardly conscious of offence, ''at hoo Lord Sandy himsel' weirs cotton.' 'Ow 'deed, maybe.

And he sets mony a worthy example furbye.

Hoo mony, can ye tell me, Mr.Peddie, has he pulled doon frae honest, if no frae high estate, and sent oot to seek their livin' as he taucht them?
Hoo mony-- ?' 'Hoot, hoot! Mr.MacGregor, his lordship hasn't a cotton shirt in his possession, I'll be bound,' said Mr.Cocker.

'And, besides, you have not to wash his dirty linen--or cotton either.' 'That's as muckle as to say, accordin' to Cocker, that I'm no to speik a word against him.

But I'll say what I like.