'Lea' him oot o' oor prayers, laddie, and I canna bide it.'
'What for that?'
'He's deid.'
'Are ye sure?'
'Ay, ower sure—ower sure, laddie.'
'Weel, I dinna believe 't.'
'What for that?'
''Cause I winna believe 't. I'm no bund to believe 't, am I?'
'What's the gude o' that? What for no believe 't? Dr. Anderson's sent hame word o' 't to John Lammie. Och hone! och hone!'
'I tell ye I winna believe 't, grannie, 'cep' God himsel' tells me. As lang 's I dinna believe 'at he's deid, I can keep him i' my prayers. I'm no gaein' to lea' him oot, I tell ye, grannie.'