"Weel-a-weel, I had to shove him oot o' the shop, and I tell ye, boys, he was shakin' like a shakky-trummly.
"Weel, in aboot half-an-hour Jeemie cam back, and he was smilin' like onything.
"'Hoo did ye get on?' I speered.
"'Graund!' he cried, '. . . she was deid afore I got there!'"
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When I published my Log a correspondent wrote accusing me of being disloyal to my colleagues in the teaching profession.
"Where is your professional etiquette?" he wrote.
I had lots of letters from teachers, some flattering, some not. One man wrote me from Croydon:—
"Dear Sir,—Are you a fool or merely a silly ass?"
"Both," I replied, "else I should not have paid 2d. for your letter."