And once he let Tattie and me try to row, but I 'caught a crab' and dropped the oar.

"Mither, Rob's taken twa sups of milk to yae bite o' tattie," little Mary would say.

"She's been longing and yearning to seize the reins and drive the coach ever since she came," commented Tattie.

I know you go creeping into Tattie's bed when you think I'm asleep, and you daren't walk upstairs alone.