| Central - SWE |
| Elspeth | Buchan spiks |
| Doric - MNA |
"Interestin choice..." | Elspeth | smirkit as she lookit doon it |
| Doric - MNA |
it an yoamin te high hivven. " | Elspeth | an Gerald'lI bi here in a mee |
| Doric - MNA |
"Oh, my God! Fit's ess?" | Elspeth | 's face darkened as she ignore |
| Doric - MNA |
"Fit div you think, Sandy?" | Elspeth | persistit. "I think it's jist |
| Central - LAL |
'That's awfie kind,' | Elspeth | said, 'but I'm fine, really. |
| Central - LAL |
'Aye, thanks,' | Elspeth | said. 'It's a braw wee cottag |
| Central - LAL |
cond he wis awa. This shocked | Elspeth | mair than him haein been ther |
| Central - SWE |
Fergusson, the mony talented | Elspeth | Buchan, titched by Goad and l |
| Doric - MNA |
"Oh! Aat's me stuffed," said | Elspeth | , leavin three-quaarters o her |
| Central - LAL |
ore the schuils went back and | Elspeth | didna want tae lose ony time. |
| Doric - MNA |
ial circle, Ah got spikkin te | Elspeth | ae day an she telt ma aat the |
| Doric - MNA |
nt wi some o the neebours. An | Elspeth | an Gerald seem like a nice en |
| Central - LAL |
Pass up fae Aiberfyle, Queen | Elspeth | Forest Pairk an the Brig o Tu |
| Doric - MNA |
ae ony mair interrogation fin | Elspeth | finally cam back into the din |
| Doric - MNA |
"No! No! No!" roart | Elspeth | . "The dirty divvel!" |