"A bit nice airy place up here," remarked the latter.
"Ou ay, weel aneuch for that," replied the weaver. "But air 'll no fill the wame."
"No very substantially," said Willie. "Some gran hooses up here, though. Wha's is that?" and he pointed to a very handsome mansion-house opposite.
"That's the rector o' Hamilton's," replied the weaver.
"And that are there?"
"That's the rector o' Carstairs'."
"And that?"
"That's the rector o' Erskine's."
"'Od, but ye do leeve in a godly neighbourhood here," said Willie, impatient with these clerical iterations. "Do a' the best houses hereawa belang to the clergy?"
"Indeed, the maist feck o' them," said the weaver. "Leave ye them alane for that. The best o' everything fa's to their share."