A good many years ago, when her majesty was spending a short time in the neighborhood of the Trossachs, the Princesses Louise and Beatrice paid an unexpected visit to an old female cottager on the slopes of Glenfinlas, who, knowing that they had some connection with the royal household, bluntly ejaculated: "Ye'll be the Queen's servants, I'm thinkin'?"
"No," they quietly rejoined; "we are the Queen's daughters."
"Ye dinna look like it," was the immediate reply of the unusually outspoken Celt, "as ye hae neither a ring on your fingers, nor a bit gowd i' your lugs!"
"Oo"—with Variations
The following is a dialogue between a Scotch shopman and a customer, relating to a plaid hanging at the shop door:
Customer (inquiring the material): "Oo" (Wool)?
Shopman: "Ay, oo" (Yes, wool).
Customer: "A' oo" (All wool)?
Shopman: "Ay, a' oo" (Yes, all wool).