| Central - LAL |
| ISA | Yer hat! A fryin pan wioot a |
| Central - LAL |
| ISA | Yer hat! A fryin pan wioot a |
| Central - SEC |
"Oh Isa! | Isa | !" The crab said ower an ower, |
| Central - SEC |
"This wye, | Isa | ," the lanky yin snapped. "The |
| Central - SEC |
hey auld wifies. The wee yin, | Isa | , has been collectin her pensi |
| Central - SEC |
epped back an within seconds, | Isa | wis stretchered an cairted oo |
| Southern - SEA |
und, at ae sister o Matt’s, | Isa | Nichol, wis the servant-lass |
| Central - SEC |
the Social by noo. He pulled | Isa | 's bag frae the hoidall an thr |
| Central - SEC |
like, nothin too grand. Mebbe | Isa | 's relatives hiv got a busines |
| Central - SEC |
pointed under the bench where | Isa | 's broon leather shoppin bag w |
| Central - GLA |
ke a gander at this. Thon big | Isa | , fae roon the coarner fae us, |
| Central - GLA |
no jist the hunners that big | Isa | hid fun. But, before he could |
| Central - SEC |
filled it wi | Isa | 's bag an purse. He couldna wa |
| Central - SEC |
Duncan says. 'Auld as Jock an | Isa | ?' I says. They aw laughed. Aw |
| Central - SEC |
irnt tae her son. “Awa doon | Isa | ’s shop an git me a lippie o |
| Central - LAL |
or the starn, tae sleep. Yon | isa | bonnie occupation. An as it i |
| Central - SEC |
As fer | Isa | 's bag, eftir dark, he wid dro |
| Central - SEC |
ension book, payable tae Miss | Isa | Butterworth, 14 Chapel Street |
| Central - SEC |
aumps oan the coonter sae’s | Isa | cuid see tae swick folk oot o |
| Central - LAL |
n in leiterature and sang? It | isa | bit of baith and aa o them at |
| Central - SEC |
the auld stane oothoose thit | Isa | cried her shop. It wis bleck |
| Central - SEC |
ing that went wrang. Probably | Isa | wis deid by noo an her crabbi |