“Nane o’ yer nonsense,” she exclaimed, and attempted a diversion in the conversation, but Erchie plainly had a joke to retail.
“I’ll tell ye a bawr aboot watter biscuits and syrup,” said he. “When I was coortin’ my first lass I wasna mair nor nineteen years o’ age, and jist a thin peely-wally callant, mair like playin’ moshy at the bools than rinnin’ efter lassies. The lassie’s faither and mither jist made fun o’ us, and when I wad be gaun up to her hoose, lettin’ on it was her brither I wanted to see, they used to affront me afore their dochter wi’ speakin’ aboot the Sunday-School and the Band o’ Hope I belanged to (because the lassie belanged to them tae), and askin’ me if I was fond o’ sugar to my parridge, and when I was thinkin’ o’ startin’ the shavin’. I didna like it, but I jist had to put up wi’t. But the worst blow ever I got frae them was yince when I gaed up wi’ a new pair o’ lavender breeks, and the lassie’s mither, for the fun o’ the thing, asked me if I wad hae a piece and jeely. I tellt her I wasna heedin’, that I was jist efter haein’ my tea; but she went and spread syrup on a watter biscuit and handed it to me the same as if I was a wee lauddie wi’ a grauvit on.”
Jinnet laughed softly at the picture.
“Oh, ye may lauch,” said her husband. “There was nae lauchin’ in my heid, I’m tellin’ ye. For there was the syrup comin’ dreepin’ through the holes in the watter biscuit, so that I had to haud the biscuit up every noo and then and lick in below’t so as to keep the syrup frae gaun on my braw lavender breeks. A bonny object for a lass to look at, and it was jist to mak’ me look reediculous her mither did it. She thocht I was faur ower young to be comin’ efter her dochter.”
“So ye were,” said Jinnet. “I’m shair ye hadna muckle sense at the time, or it wadna be yon yin ye went coortin’.”
“Maybe no’; but I never rued it,” said Erchie.
“She was as glaikit as yersel’,” said Jinnet.
“She was the cleverest, lass in the place,” protested Erchie. “My! the things she could sew, and crochet, and mak’ doon, and bake!”
“Her sister Phemie was faur cleverer than she was,” said Jinnet. “She couldna haud a candle to her sister Phemie in tambourin’ or in ginger-breid.”
“And dancin’! She could dance on a cobweb and no’ put a toe through’t.”