7 “But the vera hairs oʼ yere heid are aʼ coontit. Be‐na fearʼt; ye are better than a hantle oʼ sparrows!
“Hoo muckle mair, than, is a man no worth nor a sheep? And sae, it is weel to do gude on the Sabbath‐day.”
“Look ye to the wee birdies iʼ the lift; for they naither saw nor shear, nor lead intil the barn; and yet yere Heevenlie Faither gies them meat. Are‐ye‐na a hantle better nor they?
“But no a hair oʼ yere heid sal perish!
“Sae, I entreat ye, tak some meat; for this is for yere gude; for no a hair oʼ the heid oʼ ony oʼ ye sal perish!”