I aye think there maun be something wrang wi' folk that's as pleasant as a' that--owre sweet to be wholesome, like a frostit tattie! ...

The maid's ca'ed Miss Mawson.

She speaks even on.

The wumman's a fair clatter-vengeance, an' I dinna ken the one-hauf she says.

I think the puir thing's _defeecient_!".