"I am of opeenion," said Bowie, "that the works of Burns is of an immoral tendency.

I have not read them myself, but such is my opeenion." "He was a queer stock, Little Rathie, michty queer," said Tammas Haggart, Bowie's brother, who was a queer stock himself, but was not aware of it; "but, ou, I'm thinkin' the wife had something to do wi't.
She was ill to manage, an' Little Rathie hadna the way o' the women.
He hadna the knack o' managin' them 's ye micht say--no, Little Rathie hadna the knack." "They're kittle cattle, the women," said the farmer of Craigiebuckle--son of the Craigiebuckle mentioned elsewhere--a little gloomily.

"I've often thocht maiterimony is no onlike the lucky bags th' auld wines has at the muckly.

There's prizes an' blanks baith inside, but, losh, ye're far frae sure what ye'll draw oot when ye put in yer han'." "Ou, weel," said Tammas, complacently, "there's truth in what ye say, but the women can be managed if we have the knack." "Some o' them," said Cragiebuckle, woefully.
"Ye had yer wark wi' the wife yersel, Tammas, so ye had," observed Lang Tammas, unbending to suit his company.
"Ye're speakin' aboot the bit wife's bural," said Tammas Haggart, with a chuckle, "ay, ay, that brocht her to reason." Without much pressure Haggart retold a story known to the majority of his hearers.

He had not the "knack" of managing women apparently when he married, for he and his gipsy wife "agreed ill thegither" at first.
Once Chirsty left him and took up her abode in a house just across the wynd.