And A wull not--" "Yes, Mother, A ken weel, but--" "And ye ken ye'll be settin' oot for the Kirk in half an oor--" "Half an hour, Mother?
Why, it is only half past nine--" "A ken weel what it is.

But A dinna like tae be fashed and flustered in ma mind on ma way till the Hoose o' God." "I shall only require a very few moments, Madam," said Mr.Wigglesworth.
"The matter with w'ich I am (h)entrusted need not take more than a minute or two.

In fact, I simply want to (h)announce a special, a very special meetin' of the Union this (h)afternoon." "A releegious meetin', Mr.Wigglesworth ?" enquired Mrs.McNish.
"Well--not exactly--that is--I don't know but you might call it a religious meetin'.

To my mind, Mrs.McNish, you know--" But Mrs.McNish would have no sophistry.
"Mr.Wigglesworth," she began sternly.
But Malcolm cut in.
"Now, Mother, I suppose it's a regular enough meeting.

Just wait till I get my hat, Mr.Wigglesworth.