"Right!" I cried. "I'm going down to get cigarettes. Who's coming?"
I spent a shilling on sweets and chocolate. No one would accept a single sweetie.
"I'll give myself toothache if I eat them," I said. They paid no heed.
"I won't invite one of you to my marriage if you don't take them." They wavered, but did not give way.
"All right," I said with an air of great determination, "here goes!" and I tossed the bag into the field. They made no sign of interest, and we walked up the brae. Jim Jackson was coming down with his milk.
"Jim," I began, "if you go down to that first gate, and look over the hedge you'll find—"
I got no farther.
"Come on!" cried Janet, "Aw dinna want them, but Jim Jackson's no to get them onywye!"
I was glad to note that they gave Jim a handful as he passed.