Shavie senior—Ou, is’t neist fishin’ ye’re wantin’ till speak o’?
Curer—Yes; will you engage?
Shavie junior—Fat are ye gaun till offer?
Curer—Same as last.
Bowed Shavie—Fat d’ye say, man?
Curer—Fourteen shillings a cran and fifteen pound bounty.
Shavie senior—Na, na, Maister Cowie; that winna dee ava, man.
Bowed Shavie—We can get mair nor that at Fitehills.
Shavie junior—I’ll be fuppit, lathie, if I dinna hae mair siller an’ mair boonty tee.
Curer—Well, make me an offer.