“Another pun, sir!” I exclaimed.
“It was another pun, sir!” roared the Doctor, and I thought it best to hold my peace.
DE MORTUIS
Sympathetic Young Mother. “I wunner ye could be sae cruel as to kill that bonnie wee cauf!”
Practical Butcher. “Weel, ye see, ye’ll no eat them leevin’!”
The next morning found us at Perth. Here we were received most hospitably by the gentry and the people. In the company of our host (a gentleman of the highest consideration in “The Fair City”), we ascended Kinnoul Hill, and greatly admired the splendid scenery.
“A very lovely spot, sir,” I ventured to observe.
Dr. Johnson. Sir, you are right. Sir, I have here found the people so kind-hearted, the city so handsome, and the scenery so magnificent, that I confess it would give me infinite satisfaction were I able to call the town in which I was born the place (as the Highlanders have it) of my Perth!