“Am no sae sure o' that,” said Sam'l, trying to leer. He was enjoying himself now.
“Am no sure o' that,” he repeated, for Eppie seemed lost in stitches.
“Sam'l!”
“Ay.”
“Ye'll be speirin' her sune noo, I dinna doot?”
This took Sam'l, who had only been courting Bell for a year or two, a little aback.
“Hoo d'ye mean, Eppie?” he asked.
“Maybe ye'll do't the nicht.”
“Na, there's nae hurry,” said Sam'l.
“Weel, we're a' coontin' on't, Sam'l.”