“‘Oh, Jimmy!’ she says, ‘are ye in wi’ me?’
“‘Am I no’?’ says Duffy, and they went hame thegither.
“‘There was a stranger in my tea this mornin’,’ says Duffy: ‘I kent fine somebody wad be comin’.’
“His wife tellt Jinnet a while efter that that she was a great dale the better o’ the rest she got the time she went hame to her mither’s; it was jist the very thing she was needin’; and, forbye, she got the dolman.”
VII CARNEGIE’S WEE LASSIE
Erchie sought me out on Saturday with a copy of that day’s ‘News’ containing a portrait of Carnegie’s little daughter Margaret.
“Man, isn’t she the rale wee divert?” said he, glowing. “That like her faither, and sae weel-put-on! She minds me terrible o’ oor wee Teenie when she was jist her age.”
“She has been born into an enviable state, Erchie,” I said.