J. J. Bell

“ She burst into the shop with an ear-piercing whoop, and danced wildly in front of a table laden with articles, each of which was ticketed with a large "6."
"Christina, what has happened?" cried Miss Purvis, whose only customer so far had been a child demanding change for a penny.
"Measles!" shouted Christina jubilantly.
"What?"
"Measles, auntie! A lot o' the weans has got measles, an' the schule's to be shut for a fortnicht. Is that no' champion? I'll no' miss ony o' the sale noo!" Christina danced round behind the counter, and came to rest beside her relative. ”

“ It'll be a busy day afore it's done, auntie! My! is't no' champion aboot the measles?"
"You must not rejoice at the misfortunes of other people, Christina," said her aunt solemnly. "The measles must be making a number of people very wretched at this very moment."
"Ay, they're awfu' kitly Kitly=tickly. things, the measles. Are ye no' gettin' hungry, auntie? I think we best get wur dinner early, an' be ready for the rush i' the efternune. Hoo's yer rheumatics noo?"
Miss Purvis smiled. "They seem to have gone, dear," she answered. ”

“ We'll manage fine. I hope we sell a lot o' the saxpenny things. Some o' them's been terrible rejooced. D'ye no' think we micht get mair nor saxpence for the bottles o' scent an' the cork-soles. Eh, auntie? ”