I'm growin' tired o' 't.' It was something else than tired she was growing.
'Weel, I'm gaein' to try a' that I can to win in there.' 'I houp ye will.

Strive and pray.

Resist the deevil.

Walk in the licht.
Lippen not to yersel', but trust in Christ and his salvation.' 'Ay, ay, grannie .-- Weel--' 'Are ye no dune yet ?' 'Na.

I'm but jist beginnin'.' 'Beginnin', are ye?
Humph!' 'Weel, gin I win in there, the verra first nicht I sit doon wi' the lave o' them, I'm gaein' to rise up an' say--that is, gin the Maister, at the heid o' the table, disna bid me sit doon--an' say: "Brithers an' sisters, the haill o' ye, hearken to me for ae minute; an', O Lord! gin I say wrang, jist tak the speech frae me, and I'll sit doon dumb an' rebukit.