Minister—Ye went quite far enough, Sir. Sandy, I call upon you, if ever ye should hear me say another word out o' joint, to pull me up there and then.
Precentor—Losh! Sir; but how could I pull ye up i' the kirk?
Minister—Ye can give me sort o' a signal.
Precentor—How could I gie ye a signal i' the kirk?
Minister—Ye could make some kind o' a noise.
Precentor—A noise i' the kirk?
Minister—Ay. Ye're sittin' just down aneath me, ye ken; so ye might just put up your held, and give a bit whustle (whistles), like that.
Precentor—A whustle!
Minister—Ay, a whustle!
Precentor—But would it no be an awfu' sin?