| Central - GLA | It's wan o the mair guid- | naturet | game aifternuins |
| Doric - MNA | ’s tail, grumfy, girny, ill- | naturet | , an gurly. He treetled in lat |
| Doric - MNA | forty, Miss McFarlan, an ill- | naturet | worrit o a craitur wi a reid |
| Doric - ABN | “No!” she said in an ill- | naturet | wye, pyntin tae the plastic c |
| Doric - MNA | d. Fowk said she wis that ill- | naturet | , she wid |
| Doric - ABN | d a cuddy. The wifle grew ill- | naturet | . “You’re not trying dear, |
| Doric - MNA | an angel, bit she wis as ill | naturet | as a futterat |