He left the barn and trudged up to the house, made his way through a careless strewage of cordwood on the front porch, and pounded on the door.

His inflated prices made the vendor unpopular.

The winner was the last to flick a marble into the gully. A oner had to beat a fourer four times to win, a fourer had to beat a twelver three times, and so on.

Here, Dougal, said the Laird, gie Steenie a tass of brandy down stairs, till I count the siller and write the receipt.