"And the man who used to be Netherby carrier has come to take their stuff to market—so nice for him. And the baby is the prettiest you ever saw. But you should see mine. He is a darling, if you like. He has four teeth, and I am quite sure he tries to say Papa!—though Donald laughs, and says it is only wind in his little ——. That was Donald who came and joggled my elbow. He is a HORROR!
"And just think, Cleg Kelly has built, and Donald has furnished, the most wonderful Club in the South Back of the Canongate. It was opened last week. Bailie Holden—who is now Lord Provost, and a very good one—opened it. But Cleg made the best speech. 'Mind, you chaps,' he said—and they were all as quiet as mice when he was speaking—'mind, you chaps, if I hear o' ony yin o' ye making a disturbance, or as muckle as spittin' on the floor—weel, ye ken me!'"
THE END.
FOOTNOTES
[[1]] The Stickit Minister, 10th edition, p. 153.
[[2]] Trust.
[[3]] The Stickit Minister, p. 192.
[[4]] The local technical term. It seems to have resulted from an attempt to say "bucket" and "basket" at the same time.
[[5]] Shrewdly suspected it.