Aweel, when Trust resumes his reign,
The rise may mak’ amends to me!
DIPLOMACY
First Boatman (sotto voce). “That’s only the weeds he’s caught.”
Second Boatman. “Haud yer tongue, ye muckle sumph! It’s a glass of whusky we’ll be gettin’ if the body thinks he’s lost a fush!”
Country Gentleman (who thought he’d got such a treasure of a new gardener). “Tut, tut, tut! Bless my soul, Saunders! How——what’s all this? Disgracefully intoxicated at this hour of the morning! Ain’t you ashamed of yourself?!”