(Ah, she travels wi' me always the noo, ye ken, sae she has nae need to write to me!) Suddenly I heard my own name as I passed a bunch o' women gossiping.
"What thocht ye o' Harry Lauder ?" one of them asked another.
And the one she asked was no slow to say! "I think this o' Harry Lauder, buddies!" she declared, vehemently.

"I think it's a dirty trick he's played on me, the wee deeil.

I'm not sayin' it was altogither his fault, though--he's not knowing he did it!" "How was the way o' that, Kirsty Lamont ?" asked another.
"I'm tellin' ye.

Fan the lassies came in frae the mull last nicht they flang their working things frae them as though they were mad.
"'Fat's all the stushie ?' I asked them.

They just leuch at me, and said they were hurryin' so they could hear Harry Lauder sing.