Christie. “What's wrang?”
Flucker. “Yon's just as big a lee as ever I heerd.”
The words were scarcely out of his mouth ere he had reason to regret them; a severe box on the ear was administered by his indignant sister. Nobody pitied him.
Christie. “I'll laern yet' affront me before a' the company.”
Jean Carnie. “Suppose it's a lee, there's nae silver to pay for it, Flucker.”
Christie. “Jean, I never telt a lee in a' my days.”
Jean. “There's ane to begin wi' then. Go ahead, Custy.”
Christie. “She bade the music play for him, for music brightens thoucht; ony way, he chose the leed kist. Open'st and wasn't there Porsha's pictur, and a posy, that said:
'If you be well pleased with this, And hold your fortune for your bliss; Turn you where your leddy iss, And greet her wi' a loving—'” (Pause).
“Kess,” roared the company.