Yon's his kilt hingin' up i' the press i' the garret.
Ye'll hae to grow, Robert, my man, afore ye fill that.' 'And whase was that blue coat wi' the bonny gowd buttons upo' 't ?' asked Robert, who thought he had discovered a new approach to an impregnable hold, which he would gladly storm if he could.
'Lat the coat sit.

What has that to do wi' the kilt?
A blue coat and a tartan kilt gang na weel thegither.' 'Excep' in an auld press whaur naebody sees them.

Ye wadna care, grannie, wad ye, gin I was to cut aff the bonnie buttons ?' 'Dinna lay a finger upo' them.

Ye wad be gaein' playin' at pitch and toss or ither sic ploys wi' them.

Na, na, lat them sit.' 'I wad only niffer them for bools (exchange them for marbles).' 'I daur ye to touch the coat or onything 'ither that's i' that press.' 'Weel, weel, grannie.