“‘No, nor moshy,’ I says to him. ‘That’s Art. Ye can hae yer pie frae the kitchen withoot them yellin’ doon a pipe for’t and lettin’ a’ the ither customers ken whit ye want.’
“When the pie cam’ up, it was jist the shape o’ an ordinary pie, wi’ nae beads nor onything Art aboot it, and Duffy cheered up at that, and said he enjoyed his tea.”
“I hope the refining and elevating influence of Miss Cranston’s beautiful rooms will have a permanent effect on Duffy’s taste,” I said.
“Perhaps it will,” said Erchie; “but we were nae sooner oot than he was wonderin’ where the nearest place wad be for a gless o’ beer.”
XXIII THE HIDDEN TREASURE
I wish somebody would leave me some money,” said Jinnet, “and the first thing I would dae wi’t would be to buy ye a new topcoat. That yin’s Erchie gettin’ gey shabby, and that glazed I can almaist see my face in the back o’t.”
“Then ye’re weel aff,” said Erchie, “for there’s seldom ye’ll see a bonnier yin in a better lookin’-gless.”
“Oh, ye auld haver!” cried Jinnet, pushing him. “I wonder ye divna think shame to be talkin’ like a laddie to his first lass; and me jist a done auld body! If I could jist get a shape I wad buy a remnant and mak’ ye a topcoat mysel’. I could dae’t quite easy.”