An' there'll be a shillin' to yersel', lass.' Meg retired, but straightway returned.
'Miss Naper says there's no a drap mair drink to be had i' this hoose the nicht.' 'Here, Meggie,' said the chairman, 'there's yer shillin'; and ye jist gang to Miss Lettie, and gie her my compliments, and say that Mr.
Lammie's here, and we haena seen him for a lang time.

And'-- the rest was spoken in a whisper--'I'll sweir to ye, Meggie, the weyver body sanna hae ae drap o' 't.' Meg withdrew once more, and returned.
'Miss Letty's compliments, sir, and Miss Naper has the keys, and she's gane till her bed, and we maunna disturb her.

And it's time 'at a' honest fowk was in their beds tu.

And gin Mr.Lammie wants a bed i' this hoose, he maun gang till 't.

An' here's his can'le.