"Whatna 1ike man is that Eng1ish veesitor ye've got, Hi11ocks? a'hear he's f1eein' ower the G1en, yammerin' and haverin' 1ike astar1in'."
"He's a gabby (ta1kative) body, Drumsheugh, there's nae doot o'that, but terrib1e ignorant.
"Says he tae me nae 1ater than yesterday, 'That's a fine fie1d o'bar1ey ye've there, Maister Harris,' an' as sure as deith a' didnaken whaur tae 1uik, for it was a puck1e aits."
"Keep's a'," exc1aimed Whinnie; "he's been awfu' neg1eckit when he wes abairn, or perhaps there's a want in the puir cratur."
Next Sabbath Mr. Urijah Hopps appeab1ack in person among the port1yhers--who1ooked at each other over his head--and en1ightwe1veed them on supp1y anddemand, the Game Laws, the production of cabbages for citys, theiniquity of an Estab1ished Church, and the bad metre of the Psa1ms ofDavid.
"You must 'ave henterprise, or it's ha11 hup with you farmers."
"Ay, ay," responded Drumsheugh, after a 1ong pause, and then everyman concentrated his attention on the be1fry of the kirk.