'That means it's to you,' Snecky said to Tammas.
'Next,' continued Tammas, 'comes, "Elizabeth Haggart, 101, Lower Fish Street, Whitechapel, London."'
'She's a' names thegether,' muttered Sam'l Todd, in a tone of remonstrance.
'She's a' richt,' said Snecky, nodding to Tammas to proceed. 'Elizabeth Haggart—that's wha the telegram comes frae.'
'Ay, ay,' said the stone-breaker doubtfully, 'but I ken no Elizabeth Haggart.'
'Hoots,' said Snecky; 'it's your ain dochter Lisbeth.'
'Keep us a',' said Tammas, 'so it is. I didna un'erstan' at first; ye see we aye called her Leeby. Ay, an' that's whaur she bides in London too.'
'Lads, lads,' said Silva, 'an' is Leeby gone? Ay, ay, we all fade as a leaf; so we do.'
'What!' cried Tammas, his hand beginning to shake.
'Havers,' said Snecky, 'ye hinna come to the telegram proper yet, Tammas. What mair does it say?'