I never saw sic a sicht o' raw puddin's in my life.

Ye're no fit to come doon the stair again.' All the time she was tenderly washing and bathing the weary feet.

When she had dressed them and tied them up, she took the tub of water and carried it away, but turned at the door.
'Ye'll jist mak up yer min' to bide a twa three days,' she said; 'for thae feet cudna bide to be carried, no to say to carry a weicht like you.

There's naebody to luik for ye, ye ken.

An' ye're no to come doon the nicht.