“Me an organ! I’d suner tryst a parritch pat.”
“It’s a nice thing to have a little music, and the young ladies soon learn to play.”
“I’se ken ye noo. I saw ye at the show. Ye can blaw a horn but ye canna blaw my lug. I want to see your maister.”
“What name?”
“My name’s Mrs Crowdie; kent by her neebors as ane that pays as she buys an is due naebody.”
“Oh, yes, I have a memorandum. The boss left word you were not to trouble yourself; it would be all right.”
“I’ll gang hame we nae such assurance. I have come ane errand to see him and I wull see him.”
“We had a fine show, Mrs Crowdie?”
“Whaur’s your maister?”
“What did you think of the flowers?”