human
Well, Sandy, said the minister, as he rose to retire from his fruitless mission,
gpt
Verra true, sir, replied the elder, calmly.
human
An' it is to be hoped for the credit of the kirk that neither yours nor mine come oot afore then.
gpt
I'm not much good at climbing, eh?
human
No, sirr, ye arrrn't,
gpt
I'm not an artist, mind, I said;
human
No, sirr, ye arrrn't,
gpt
I'm no great poet, I remarked;
human
No, sirr, ye arrrn't,