“There’s sutors eneuch,” said the innkeeper.
“Weel we’ll see as we gang. I want a word wi’ the minister. Wad ye direc’ me to the manse?”
“He’s frae hame. But it’s o’ sma’ consequence; he disna care aboot tramps, honest man! He winna waur muckle upo’ the likes o’ you.”
The landlord was recovering himself—therefore his insolence.
Donal gave a laugh. Those who are content with what they are, have the less concern about what they seem. The ambitious like to be taken for more than they are, and may well be annoyed when they are taken for less.
“I’m thinkin’ ye wadna waur muckle on a tramp aither!” he said.
“I wad not,” answered Glumm. “It’s the pairt o’ the honest to discoontenance lawlessness.”
“Ye wadna hang the puir craturs, wad ye?” asked Donal.
“I wad hang a wheen mair o’ them.”
“For no haein’ a hoose ower their heids? That’s some hard! What gien ye was ae day to be in want o’ ane yersel’!”