The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'Got ye ony drink, Jamie, in the gait hame, that ye're in sic a wud humour for dancing "Auld Sir Simon the King", on the road to Camrachle?--Man, an I had as brisk a bee in the bonnet, I would set aff at ance, cracking my fingers at the moon and seven stars as I gaed louping alang.--But, to speak the words of soberness, I'm glad ye hae discretion enough to tak a night's rest first.'