“Whaur’s yer maister?”
“Oh, it’s the boss you want.”
“Ay, an I’ll no gang till I see him.”
Calling a chubby-faced lad, he sent him in search, and the desired gentleman soon entered.
“And how are you to-day, Mrs Crowdie?”
“I’ve naething to complain o’ except o’ sin an a touch o’ the rheumatics.”
“And what can we do for you to-day?”
“Ye ken weel my errand, an I see by yer man ye’ve something ye dinna want to tell me. Wha’s bairn is she?”
“We’ll speak about that by-and-bye.”
“We’ll speak about it noo.”