29 “That's a guid answer, an becas o ït,” qo he til hir, “whan ye gae bak hame ye'll fin tha ïll spïrit haes left yer dochtèr.”
“Blisst ir tha puir ïn spïrit, fer thairs ïs tha Kïngdom o Heiven.
“Ay, Loard,” saed she, “but still wi aa, e'en tha wee dugs unnèr tha table gits aitin tha weans' crumbs.”
An whaniver tha wumman cum hame, richt eneuch she fun tha wee lass lyin quait ïn hir bed, an tha ïll spïrit gan awa.