"How long is this loch?"
"It will be about twanty mile."
"Twenty miles! surely it cannot be so much?"
"Maybe it will be twelve."
"It does not really seem more than four."
"Indeed, I'm thinking you're right."
"Really, you seem to know nothing about the matter."
"Troth, I canna say I do."
MCCLXXXIII.—WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Soon after Lord ——'s elevation to the peerage, he remarked that authors were often very ridiculous in the titles they gave. "That," said a distinguished writer present, "is an error from which even sovereigns appear not to be exempt."