J. J. Bell

“ They're no' in the noo. An' cheeny dolls is oot, tae. An' ye've forgot to pit doon peevers, [1] an'——"
"I haven't sold a peever for years," Miss Purvis interrupted.
"Ye canna expect to sell onything if ye dinna keep it. Get a dizzen o' peevers, an' I'll shin [2] get the lassies to buy them. I'm a dab at the peever, and I'll set the fashion. But I wudna get ony mair cheeny dolls nor——"
Miss Purvis snatched away the list, and cried irritably, "If you can't promise to do exactly as you are told, Christina, I shan't allow you behind the counter again. ”

“ Then she made breakfast, after which she assisted her aunt to dress.
"Well, dear," Miss Purvis gratefully remarked, "if you end the day as well as you have begun it, I'm sure I'll be very proud of you."
"Oh, dinna fash yersel', auntie. I'll no' gi'e onything awa' for naethin'."
"But I trust you will be circumspect and discreet. Some customers, you know, are very easily offended; all customers must be treated respectfully. You promise to be careful?"
Christina nodded her head vigorously.
"And try to speak nicely," continued Miss Purvis. "Now here is Mr. ”