I don't know that I ever told you, but my parents died within a year of each other and left six of us to shift for ourselves. Our people offered to take one here and there among them until we should all have a place, but we refused to be raised on the halves and so arranged to stay at Grandmother's and keep together.
almost as much sense as a "mon," and that is an honor I never aspired to,
we rested until the sun was getting low and then started for home, with the song of the locusts in our ears warning us that the melancholy days are almost here.
"Ye're nae gang" sounded powerful final,