'He spak to me first.'

'Whaur saw ye him?'

'At The Boar's Heid.'

'And what richt had ye to gang stan'in' aboot? Ye oucht to ha' gane
in at ance.'

'There was a half-dizzen o' fowk stan'in' aboot, and I bude
(behoved) to speik whan I was spoken till.'

'But ye budena stop an' mak' ae fule mair.'

'Isna that ca'in' names, grannie?'

''Deed, laddie, I doobt ye hae me there. But what said the fallow
Lumley to ye?'

'He cast up to me that my grandfather was naething but a blin'
piper.'

'And what said ye?'

'I daured him to say 'at he didna pipe weel.'

'Weel dune, laddie! And ye micht say 't wi' a gude conscience, for
he wadna hae been piper till 's regiment at the battle o' Culloden
gin he hadna pipit weel. Yon's his kilt hingin' up i' the press i'
the garret. Ye'll hae to grow, Robert, my man, afore ye fill that.'