"` ` Ohon! ohon! '' cried Francie, with a true north-country yell of recognition, ` ` naebody could hae said that word but my auld front-rank man, Edie Ochiltree!"
"Mony a gudewife's been wondering what for the red cock didna craw her up in the morning, when he's been roasting, puir fallow, in this dark hole --- And, ohon!"
"Alas, and ohon orie! they lose the sweetest, completest, dearest, truest pleasure that this world has in store for its children."