I think my hert 'll brak.' 'Lea' him oot o' what, grannie?
I dinna unnerstan' ye.' 'Lea' him oot o' oor prayers, laddie, and I canna bide it.' 'What for that ?' 'He's deid.' 'Are ye sure ?' 'Ay, ower sure--ower sure, laddie.' 'Weel, I dinna believe 't.' 'What for that ?' ''Cause I winna believe 't.

I'm no bund to believe 't, am I ?' 'What's the gude o' that?
What for no believe 't?
Dr.Anderson's sent hame word o' 't to John Lammie.

Och hone! och hone!' 'I tell ye I winna believe 't, grannie, 'cep' God himsel' tells me.

As lang 's I dinna believe 'at he's deid, I can keep him i' my prayers.

I'm no gaein' to lea' him oot, I tell ye, grannie.' 'Weel, laddie, I canna argue wi' ye.