It told the hours of day and night too, for Robert did love what he called a good time, and I presoom Bonnie Jean read the face of that old clock with anxiety and weariness writ in her own face when the small hours struck and her Robbie wuz away with gay companions.
And with what despairin' grief did she read its calm old face while her poet writ this sad truth: "I'm wearin' awa' to the Land o' the Leal." And there wuz a cupboard with blue and white dishes and a sugar bowl that he and Bonnie Jean had used.

Oh, warm fingers, tired fingers! how long you've been dust, and the little piece of metal still endures.

Oh, my soul! the wonder and the pity on't.
There are chairs, tables, spinning wheel, etc., similar to those that were in the Burns cottage.

But there is a reel that wuz used by Bonnie Jean herself, I took holt on't tryin' to bring to my mind what emotions she had time and agin as she reeled her threads on and off, love, anxiety, ambition, fear, hopes and sorrows; how they twined and ontwined in her faithful breast as the reel turned, emotions stilled long ago, long ago.
And there wuz the very griddle and toaster with which Bonnie Jean toasted the bread for her Robbie.

Many and many a time her heart, I presoom to say seemin' to git seared in the burnin' fires of jealousy whilst the bread wuz toastin'.