"My!" said Annie, in a whisper.
McKeel scribbled away as fast as he could, shedding ink all around him. After writing for a few minutes he turned to his son and said, "Give him mair brandy, and don't let him sleep."
"Can ye gi' me some parteeclars o' what ye want to leave Annie Coonie?" McKeel said to Lanky.
"Yes; £500 in the Savings Bank, £750 in the Union Bank, and £1000 in the Bank of Australasia."
"Gosh!" ejaculated McKeel.
"O my!" said Annie, as she threw her apron over her head.
"Ony other parteeclars?"
"Yes, six hundred and forty acres of land."
"The man's cracked!" muttered McKeel to himself. "It's the ammonia makin' his heed licht. They a' get crazy on land."
"Ony other parteeclars?"