“Na, he meant Chirsty,” said Hendry.
“Is that a’ the story?” asked T’nowhead
Tammas had been looking at us queerly.
“There’s no nane o’ ye lauchin’,” he said, “but I can assure ye the earl’s son gaed east the toon lauchin’ like onything.”
“But what was’t he lauched at?”
“Ou,” said Tammas, “a humourist doesna tell whaur the humour comes in.”
“No, but when you said that, did ye mean it to be humourous?”
“Am no sayin’ I did, but as I’ve been tellin’ ye humour spouts oot by itsel’.”
“Aye, but do ye ken noo what the earl’s son gaed awa lauchin’ at?”
Tammas hesitated.