J. J. Bell

“ Ye're awfu' henny!"
"My dear child," said Miss Purvis, a little impatiently, "I have already said 'No.' Now let us get these things put back on the shelves. We have wasted too much time already." She picked up several packages." Now, Christina, if you will get up on the steps—be careful, mind—I shall hand the things up to you." ”

“ Miss Purvis sighed as she surveyed the piles and heaps of goods that were to be replaced on the shelves.
"I'm sure I might as well throw half these parcels into the sea," she said sadly.
"Ay," said Christina sympathetically, "ye've a queer lot of rubbidge in yer shope, auntie. But ye're no' buyin' as muckle rubbidge as ye did afore I cam' to ye," she continued encouragingly. "Ye see, ye've nae notion o' what the weans like. Baldyin's jist the same. I ken he doesna mean to diddle ye wi' toys that winna sell. He jist doesna ken what weans like. ”