John Joy Bell

“ I'm no' feart o' bein' cheatit. They best no' try that gemm wi' me! Na!... But, ye see, Mistress Murray, ma man didna ken I gaed to the bazaur, au' I wudna ha'e been there if it hadna been I wis wantin' a coatie fur ma son John's wee lassie, an' ma man's no' haudin' wi' bazaurs, faur less rattles, an'—an, oh! Mistress Murray, whit wud I say to him if they brocht the organ to the hoose?”
“Hoots, toots! Mistress M'Crae,” said the other cheerfully. “I'm shair yer man's no' that parteeclar.”
“Ah, ye dinna ken him, Mistress Murray. I never kent a man as stric' as hissel'. ”

“ An' I says to the young man, says I: 'Whaur's the organ?' An' he tell't me it wisna in the bazaur, but he wud sweer it wis a' richt, an' if I bocht a tucket I wud ha'e as guid a chance as onybody leevin' o' gettin' it. He wis a rale saft-spoken young man, an' that genteel, an' I wis that het an' wearit, an' afore I kint whit I wis daein' he wis awa' wi' ma saxpence, an' I wis settin' alane wi' the tucket.... An' I ha'e ma doots, Mistress Murray, I hae ma doots. ”

“ An' whit's a rattle but a disruption sale? It's jist the same; ah, there's no' a hair o' difference 'twixt the twa. Oh!—oh, there a cairt stoppin' at the close!” And again Mrs. M'Crae hastened lo the window to find that it was only the baker. ”