But gin lords an' lords' sons will walk afit like ither fowk, wha's to ken them frae ither fowk ?' 'Well, Miss Naper, he was no lord at all.

He was nothing but a factor-body doon frae Glenbucket.' 'There was sma' hairm dune than, my lord.

I'm glaid to hear 't.

But what'll yer lordship hae to yer supper ?' 'I would like a dish o' your chits and nears (sweetbreads and kidneys).' 'Noo, think o' that!' returned the landlady, laughing.

'You great fowk wad hae the verra coorse o' natur' turned upside doon to shuit yersels.
Wha ever heard o' caure (calves) at this time o' the year ?' 'Well, anything you like.