Ye see she's naething but bonny.
She HAS naething. An' though she's as guid a cratur as ever lived,
the cauld grun' o' her poverty gaithers the fog o' an ill report.
Troth, for her faimily, the ill's there, report or no report; but,
a' the same, gien she had been rich, an' her father--I'll no say
the hangman, but him 'at he last hangt, there wad be fowth (PLENTY)
o' coonty-fowk wad hae her til her denner wi' them. An' I'm
thinkin' maybe she's the prooder for her poverty, an' winna gang
til her inferriors sae lang as her aiquals dinna invete her. She
gangs whiles to the doctor's--but he's a kin' o' a freen' o' the
yerl's,'cause he likes stinks--but that's the yoong doctor."
"Does her brother never go out to dinner anywhere, and take her
with him?"
"Naebody cares a bodle aboot his lordship i' the haill
country-side, sae far as I can learn. There's ane or twa--great
men, I daursay--whiles comes doon frea Lon'on, to smell hoo he's
gettin' on wi' 's stinks, but deil a neebor comes nigh the hoose.
Ow, he's a great man, I mak nae doobt, awa' frae hame! He's aye
writin' letters to the newspapers, an' they prent them--aboot this
an' aboot that--aboot beasties i' the watter, an' lectreesity, an'
I kenna what a'; an' some says 'at hoo he'll be a rich man some
day, the moment he's dune fin'in' oot something or ither he's
beenwarslin' at for the feck o' a ten year or sae; but the gentry
never thinks naething o' a man sae lang as he's only duin' his
best--or his warst, as the case may be--to lay his han' upo' the
siller 'at's fleein' aboot him like a snaw-drift.
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