Halkerston, a lawyer and landed proprietor, gave permission to one of his tenants to graze an ox. The tenant's ox was gored to death by a heifer belonging to the lawyer. The tenant went to Halkerston, and told the story the reverse of what had occurred. "Why, then," said the lawyer, "your ox must go for my heifer—the law provides that." "No," said the man, "your heifer killed my ox." "Oh," said Halkerston, "the case alters there," and forthwith reversed his tactics.
That's ill paid maut siller.
"Metaphorically, a benefit ill requited."—Jamieson.
That's like seekin' for a needle in a windlin o' strae.
That's my gude that does me gude.
That's my tale, whaur's yours?
Spoken by a person who has forestalled another by telling the same news or story which the other was about to do.
That's no a heel to my shoe.
That's the ane the souter killed his wife wi'.
That's the best gown that gaes up and down the house.