“Did ye find the medallion?” she asked him.
“I didna need to look for’t,” he replied. “I heard efter I left here last nicht that a man found it in a back-coort in the Garscube Road. Them sort of dydoes should be put doon by the polis.”
“Oh, whit a peety!” said Jinnet. “And hoo’s the mistress the day?”
“She’s fine,” said Duffy. “She’s ca’in’ me Jimmy again; it was naething but Mr Duffy wi’ her as lang’s she thocht we were to get rid o’ the ree.”
XXIV THE VALENTEEN
On the night of the last Trades House dinner I walked home with Erchie when his work was done. It was the 13th of February. There are little oil-and-colour shops in New City Road, where at that season the windows become literary and artistic, and display mock valentines. One of these windows caught my old friend’s eye, and he stopped to look in.
“My!” he said, “time flies! It was only yesterday we had the last o’ oor Ne’erday currant-bun, and here’s the valenteens! That minds me I maun buy——-” He stopped and looked at me, a little embarrassed.
I could only look inquiry back at him.