They thought I was bidding far too much, and wanted to tak' half, but I would ha' my ain way, for sae I was sure neither of was being cheated.

I carried it away wi' me, and the little clock wags awa' in my bedroom to this very day.
There's a bit story I micht as weel tell ye mesel', for yell hear it frae Mac in any case, if ever ye chance to come upon him.

It's the tale o' Kirsty Lamont and her rent box.

I played eavesdropper, or I wouldna know it to pass it on to ye, but it's tae gude tae lose, for a' that.

I'll be saying, first, that I dinna know Kirsty Lamont, though I mak' sae free wi' her name, gude soul! It was in Kirremuir, and there'd been a braw concert the nicht before.
I was on my way to the post office, thinking there'd be maybe a bit letter from the wife--she wrote to me, sometimes, then, when I was frae hame, oor courtin' days not being so far behind us as they are noo.