Said Jimsie from the hearthrug: “He doesna seem to enjoy it much, Paw.”
“Weel, it’s no’ a funny book.”
“It’s time ye was in yer bed, Jimsie,” said Mrs. Robinson. “It’s ower late for ye.”
“Aw, the wean’s fine,” said John.
Jeannie laid down her sewing. “Come on, Jimsie, an’ I’ll tell ye a wee story afore ye gang to sleep.”
“Chaps ye!” Jimsie replied, getting up.
When the two had gone, Lizzie observed casually: “It’s the first nicht Macgreegor’s been oot this week.”
“Weel, ye should be pleased, wumman.” John smiled.
A pause.
“I wonder what made him gi’e up a’ his siller on Seturday nicht.”