“Gae wa wi' ye.”
“What for no?”
“Gae wa wi' ye,” said Sam'l again,
“Bell's gei an' fond o' ye, Sam'l.”
“Ay,” said Sam'l.
“But am dootin' ye're a fell billy wi' the lasses.”
“Ay, oh, I d'na kin, moderate, moderate,” said Sam'l, in high delight.
“I saw ye,” said Eppie, speaking with a wire in her mouth, “gae'in on terr'ble wi' Mysy Haggart at the pump last Saturday.”
“We was juist amoosin' oorsels,” said Sam'l,
“It'll be nae amoosement to Mysy,” said Eppie, “gin ye brak her heart.”