"'But in the Better Land we'll maybe meet him again.'"
"There shud be something aboot 'gone but not forgotten,'" said Jim. "When auld Rab Smith dee'd his wife had 'gone but not forgotten' in the papers ... and the corp wasna oot o' the hoose."
"Aw've got a new frock," said Janet, and the conversation took a cheerier direction.
On the following evening Margaret came in when they were with me.
"Come on!" cried Janet, "we'll mak Maggie kiss him!" and they seized her.
"No," I said, "influenza is catching, and I don't want Margaret to be ill."
"Eh!" cried Annie, "d'ye think we believe that? Aw believe she's kissed ye a hunder times since ye was badly."
"Not a hundred, Annie," I said; "the truth is that she kissed me once; I had just taken my dose of Gregory's Mixture, and she vowed that she would never kiss me again."
"Aw wud chuck him up if Aw was you, Maggie," said Jean, "he tells far ower many lees."
"Should I?" laughed Margaret.