As down the bray he march'd with ample stride; David as conny a man as one might see, With whom he often crack'd with muckle glee

But still 'tis happiness to know That there's a God above us; An' he, by day an' night do ho Vor all ov us an' love us.

For the moment, suffice it to say that the stories told through the whens and hows of building a scene differentiate individual desires and needs more clearly than shared speech was up to then able to communicate.

Oh, would you, cleversticks? her sister sneered.