26 “It ïsnae richt,” saed he, “tae tak tha weans' breid an clod ït tae tha wee dugs.”
Tha wumman cum an got doon on hir knees afore hïm an she saed. “Loard, halp me!”
“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!”
Dïnnae gie whut's halie tae tha doags; an dïnnae scattèr yer pearls afore pïgs. If ye dae, the' may thramp thaim unnèr thair feet, an then turn an teer ye tae bïts.