Afore I can get rid o' them they gie a squeak and cry, 'Was that Thomas Sandys's bed ?' and I says it was.

That's him taking the very bed frae you, Elspeth." "You might at least have shown them his bed in the garret," she said.
"It's a shilpit bit thing," he answered, "and I winna cheapen him.
They're curious, too, to see his favourite seat." "It was the fender," she declared.
"It was," he assented, "but it's no for me to cheapen him, so I let them see your new mahogany chair.

'Thomas Sandys's chair,' they call it, and they sit down in it reverently.

They winna even leave you the piano.

'Was this Thomas Sandys's piano ?' they speir.