"I never thought of that, Margaret; I'll cut out the coat. But he shouldn't have a frock coat anyway. When we get married I shall insist on dressing in an old golfing jacket, flannel bags, and a soft collar. The only danger is that men of my stamp are apt to make unconvention conventional. It's a very difficult thing to keep from posing when you are protesting against pose."
"Oh! I don't understand the half of what you say," said Margaret wearily.
"That means that you think my lips might be better employed, you schemer!" and I ... well, I don't think I need write everything down after all.
* * *
"There was a venter locust at the schule the day," remarked Annie. I was brushing my boots at the bothy door, and the girls sat on the step and watched me.
"A what?" I asked.
"A venter locust. Ye paid a penny to get in, and Jim Jackson gaithered the pennies in the mannie's hat and got in for nothing, for he didna put his ain penny in."
"What sort of show was it, Annie?"
"He had a muckle doll wi' an awfu' ugly face, and he asked it questions."
"Did it answer them?"