“Of course there’s weemen penters.”
“And hoo dae they get up and doon lethers?” asked Duffy.
“I’m tellin’ ye Art pentin’s a brench by itsel’,” said Erchie. “The lady Art penters divna pent windows and rhones and hooses; they bash brass, and hack wud, and draw pictures.”
“And can they mak’ a livin’ at that?”
“Whiles. And whiles their paw helps.”
“My jove!” said Duffy, bewildered.
“We’ll gang on to the next room noo,” said Erchie.
“I wad raither come back some ither day,” said Duffy. “I’m enjoyin’ this fine, but I promised the wife I wad be hame early for my tea.” And together they hastily made an exit into Sauchie-hall Street.
“I wonder wha won the semi-final at Parkheid,” said Duffy. “We’ll awa’ doon the toon and see; whit’s the use o’ hurryin’ hame?”