I hae boats and nets worth twa auchtys; and I hae forty pund laid by; and I hae seven hundred pund at London, but that I canna meddle.

My feyther lent it the king or the queen, I dinna justly mind; she pays me the interest twice the year.

Sac ye ken I could na be sae dirty as seek my siller, when she pays me th' interest.

To the very day, ye ken.

She's just the only one o' a' my debtors that's hoenest, but never heed, ye'll no gang to jail." "I'll hold my tongue, and sacrifice my pictures," thought Charles.
"Cheer up!" said Christie, mistaking the nature of his thoughts, "for it did na come fra Victoree hersel'.