Jenny: Ay, it's a fact.
Tourist: Well, that fact being settled, let us proceed to business. Will you let me see your bill?
Jenny: Our Bill. Ou, ay, Wully we ca' him, but I ken wha you mean—he's no in e'en now.
Tourist: Wully! what I want is my account—a paper stating what I have had, and how much I have to pay.
Jenny: Did ony woman ever hear the like o' that—ye mean the lawin', man! But we keep nae accounts here; na, na, we hae ower muckle to dae.
Tourist: And how do you know what to charge?
Jenny: On, we just put the things down on the sclate, and tell the customers the tottle by word o' mouth.
Tourist: Just so. Well, will you give me the lawin', as I am going?
Jenny: Oh, sir, ye're jokin' noo! It's you maun gie me the lawin'—the lawin's the siller.
Tourist: Oh, indeed, I beg your pardon; how much is it?