But yer great grandfather wasna lang or he merried anither wife.
He was sic a man as ony woman micht hae been prood to merry.

She was the dother (daughter) o' an episcopalian minister, and she keepit a school in Portcloddie.

I saw him first mysel' whan I was aboot twenty--that was jist the year afore I was merried.

He was a gey (considerably) auld man than, but as straucht as an ellwand, and jist pooerfu' beyon' belief.
His shackle-bane (wrist) was as thick as baith mine; and years and years efter that, whan he tuik his son, my husband, and his grandson, my Anerew--' 'What ails ye, grannie?
What for dinna ye gang on wi' the story ?' After a somewhat lengthened pause, Mrs.Falconer resumed as if she had not stopped at all.
'Ane in ilka han', jist for the fun o' 't, he kneipit their heids thegither, as gin they hed been twa carldoddies (stalks of ribgrass).
But maybe it was the lauchin' o' the twa lads, for they thocht it unco fun.

They were maist killed wi' lauchin'.