What wad ye du wi' a shillin' gin ye had it?
Wad ye clap ane upo' ilka blister ?' Ericson burst out laughing, and sat down.

But still he hesitated.
'Aff wi' yer shune, sir.

Duv ye think I can wash yer feet throu ben' leather ?' said Miss Letty, not disdaining to advance her fingers to a shoe-tie.
'But I'm ashamed.

My stockings are all in holes.' 'Weel, ye s' get a clean pair to put on the morn, an' I'll darn them 'at ye hae on, gin they be worth darnin', afore ye gang--an' what are ye sae camstairie (unmanageable) for?
A body wad think ye had a clo'en fit in ilk ane o' thae bits o' shune o' yours.

I winna promise to please yer mither wi' my darnin' though.' 'I have no mother to find fault with it,' said Ericson.
'Weel, a sister's waur.' 'I have no sister, either.' This was too much for Miss Letty.