Tha wumman cum an got doon on hir knees afore hïm an she saed. “Loard, halp me!” “It ïsnae richt,” saed he, “tae tak tha weans' breid an clod ït tae tha wee dugs.” “Ay, Loard, that's richt” she saed, “but still wi aa, e'en tha wee dugs gits aitin tha crumbs that faa frae thair maistèrs' boord!”