I could find it in my heart to tell you, but I should bore you." "De'el a fear! Bore me, bore me! wheat's thaat, I wonder ?" "What is your name, madam?
Mine is Ipsden." "They ca' me Christie Johnstone." "Well, Christie Johnstone, I am under the doctor's hands." "Puir lad.

What's the trouble ?" (solemnly and tenderly.) "Ennui!" (rather piteously.) "Yawn-we?
I never heerd tell o't." "Oh, you lucky girl," burst out he; "but the doctor has undertaken to cure me; in one thing you could assist me, if I am not presuming too far on our short acquaintance.

I am to relieve one poor distressed person every day, but I mustn't do two.

Is not that a bore ?" "Gie's your hand, gie's your hand.

I'm vexed for ca'ing you daft.