Na, he juist said he'd forgotten a pirn, or his cruizey lamp, or ony thing.
The first thing he saw was a half-finished reel of cotton—a pirn, he called it.
"Ay, mony a pirn has 'Lisbeth filled to me," said Hendry, settling down to a reminiscence.
Fathom after fathom goes reeling from your pirn, but still you are barely able to drop the far fly into the distant curl.
So she spun at her yarn, and found more yarn on the “pirn” than she thought to find; which frightened her.