"Weel, it was an awfu' like thing, ye may be sure, to quaiet fowk, sic as we was a'--'cep' for the drinkin' an' sic like, sin' ever the auld captain cam, wi' his reprobat w'ys--it was a sair thing, I'm sayin', to hae a deid man a' at ance upo' oor han's; for, lat the men du 'at they like, the warst o' 't aye comes upo' the women. Lat a bairn come to mischance, or the guidman turn ower the kettle, an' it's aye,'Rin for Jean this, or Bauby that,' to set richt what they hae set wrang. Even whan a man kills a body, it's the women hae to mak the best o' 't, an' the corp luik dacent. An' there's some o' them no that easy to mak luik dacent!