PLEASANT!
Scene—A bleak Scottish moor. Time—New Year’s Day. Train gradually stops.
Excited Passenger. “Now, then, guard, what are you stopping here for?”
Philosophical Guard. “Fact is, the watter’s gane aff the bile. Hooever, it’s jist possible th’ express behin’ll be late.”
MacAlister. “When ye come tae Scotland I’ll gie ye plenty fushin’ and shuitin’.”
Brown. “Are you fond of fishing and shooting?”
MacAlister. “Na! na! A canna fush and am faird tae shuit!”