human
I cannae make head nor tail of it, he would say,
gpt
There are whiles that I am of the same mind,
human
The strange thing is that ye seem to have a kind of a fancy for her too!
gpt
The biggest kind, Alan, said I,
human
Well, ye beat me, whatever!
gpt
And here again! he cried.
human
Impossible to deny a kind of decency to this Catriona, and sense forby! As for James More, the man's as boss as a drum; he's just a wame and a wheen words; though I'll can never deny that he fought reasonably well at Gladsmuir, and it's true what he says here about the five wounds. But the loss of him is that the man's boss.
gpt
Ye see, Alan, said I,
human
Ye couldnae weel find poorer, he admitted.
gpt
But what are ye to do with it? It's this way about a man and a woman, ye see, Davie: The weemenfolk have got no kind of reason to them. Either they like the man, and then a' goes fine; or else they just detest him, and ye may spare your breath--ye can do naething. There's just the two sets of them--them that would sell their coats for ye, and them that never look the road ye're on. That's a' that there is to women; and you seem to be such a gomeral that ye cannae tell the tane frae the tither.
human
Well, and I'm afraid that's true for me,
gpt
And yet there's naething easier! cried Alan.
human
I could easy learn ye the science of the thing; but ye seem to me to be born blind, and there's where the diffeeculty comes in!
gpt
And can _you_ no help me? I asked,
human
Ye see, David, I wasnae here, said he.
gpt
I'm like a field officer that has naebody but blind men for scouts and _éclaireurs_; and what would he ken? But it sticks in my mind that ye'll have made some kind of bauchle; and if I was you, I would have a try at her again.
human
Would ye so, man Alan?
gpt
I would e'en't,