Highland Lassie. "We only keep McPherson's, sir."
C. S. "McPherson? Haw—who the deuce is McPherson?"
H. L. "My brother, sir."
During Mr. Spoffin's visit to the Highlands, he found a difficulty in approaching his game—so invented a method of simplifying matters. His "make-up", however, was so realistic, that the jealous old stag nearly finished him!
