"Ah, but that was a fine family I lived wi' in Glasgy; an' it's a wearifu' day's work I've had the day." We.

'Oh why was I spared to cry, Wae's me!' She.

"Why dinna they leave floo'rs i' the garden makin' a mess i' the hoose wi' 'em?
It's not for the knowin' what they will be after next!" We.

'Oh, waly waly up the bank, And waly waly doon the brae!' Miss Grieve's plaints never grow less, though we are sometimes at a loss for appropriate quotations to match them.

The poetic interpolations are introduced merely to show the general spirit of her conversation.