The only way out of the difficulty, he determined sadly, was to exhibit his own pansies under Scotty’s name, and withdraw from the contest himself. The contents of the two cases were sufficiently alike for his purpose, though his own were superior in size and depth of colour. It was a ‘sair trial,’ for his pansies were bound to win; but his character as an honest, religious man was at stake, and Scotty’s triumph would be easier to endure than his sneers, if defeated, at a ‘chap who caa’s hissel’ releegious, an’ swindles ye like a Jew pedlar.’
With a groan he undid the label, and tied it on to his own beloved specimens, casting aside, as a temptation of the evil one, a disturbing suggestion that he was guilty of deception in passing off his own as Scotty’s pansies.
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The judges had been round, and Scotty’s pansies easily gained the place of pride; pansies so perfectly developed, so dark and deep in colour, had never been shown before.
A crowd of admirers stood round. Scotty came lurching up, having evidently held a preliminary carouse in certain expectation of the championship, and, with a careless glance at his exhibits and the red card attached, cried triumphantly:
‘Ay! an’ whaur’s that Geordie body noo, wi’ his brags an’ a’? Wey, I’m tauld he daurna even exhibit his ain puir specimens by the side o’ mine! Look at thae pansies, an’ think o’ him wi’ his yaller sheep’s tormuts tryin’ to vie wi’ me that’s the auld established pansy champion! Ay, I’m that ower an’ ower again; an’ what’s mair, I’ve win his gun. Wey, I’ll gang an’ fetch her awa at aince!’
So boasting, the proud champion reeled off in triumph, inadvertently knocking up against a silent looker-on, who was standing in melancholy guise against a tent-pole some little distance away.
One morning, a day or so after the flower-show, it chanced that Tommy was late for school, and, rounding a corner hurriedly, ran up against a big boy, who was sporting a pansy in his buttonhole. The big boy, who was Scotty’s son, immediately proceeded to cuff him for his carelessness, and Tommy retorted by “calling”[18] his opponent and his family connections with a ready profuseness.
‘Wey, even that pansy thoo’s sportin’ divvn’t belong thoo, nor thy feythor nowther, it’s my dad’s growin’; he showed his ain pansies as Scotty’s, ’cos Scotty’s happened an accident i’ the cart. Feythor took them up for yor mither, ’cos thoo had forgottened them, an’ to save thoo a strappin’; an’ feythor’s pansy champion, and Scotty’s nowt but a beer-barril!’
‘Liar!’ responded the other boy, with a punch of his fist.