"Dauvit," I gasped, "who—who is your cosmopolitan friend?"
"My what kind o' a friend?"
"Your world-travelled friend, Dauvit. Tell me who he is."
Dauvit laughed softly.
"That," he said, "was Joe Mill. He bides wi' his old mother in that cottage at the foot o' the brae. To the best o' my knowledge he hasna been further than Perth in his life."
"But!" I cried in amazement, "he has been everywhere!"
"He hasna," said Dauvit shortly, "but he works the cinema lantern at the Farfar picter hoose."
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I had a long talk to-night with Macdonald about self-government in schools, and I told him of my plans for running a self-governing school in Highgate. At the end of the discussion I had the biggest surprise of my life. Mac smoked for a long time in silence, then he turned to me suddenly.
"Look here, old chap, I'll have a shot at introducing self-government to-morrow," he said with enthusiasm.