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"Ye dinna knaw Glasca," replied Tam darkly. Lieutenant Carter went up on "a tour of duty" soon after and Tam was on the ground to watch his departure. "Tam," he shouted, before the controls were in, "I liked that cigar I'll take fifty from you to-night." "Ower ma deid body," said Tam, puffing contentedly at the very last inch of his own; "the watch-wairds o' victory are 'threeft an' economy'!"
"Jessie," the factor said, "you are vera positive; but if there is one thing mair unreliable than anither, it is a woman's fancy. The minister is a braw lad." "I ken ane that's worth twenty o' him, ay, I'll say, fifty o' him." "You're no surely meaning that young Glasca' lawyer that comes here, whiles." "You're no surely meaning to pass an insult on Miss Mary, factor.
"Then your ears will be like to tingle wi' the news; for he has set himsel' in a' the high seats in Glasca' College; and folks talk o' naething less than a Glasca' pu'pit for him; and you ken, it tak's doctors in divinity to stand up afore a Glasca' congregation. Elder Mackelvine never wearies o' talking anent him.
Getting near to Dron Point, she said to David, "You are a miserable set-up bit o' a man; but you'll pay me the L4 10s. you are owing me, or I'll send the constable and the sherra a' the way to Glasca' for it." "I owe you nothing, woman." "Woman, indeed!
"But wha's the woman Dite's ta'en?" T'nowhead or some one of the more silent members of the company asked of Pete. "Ou, we dinna ken wha she is," answered Pete; "but she'll be some Glasca lassie, for he's there noo. Look, lads, look at this. He sent this at the same time; it's her picture." Pete produced the silhouette of a young lady, and handed it round. "What do ye think?" he asked.
"'Deed, Mistress Raith, she's had o'er much o' her ain way, and she is neither to rule, nor to reason wi'." "Davie Promoter is a wise-like lad; he did right to bring you here." "And nane too soon." "She's sae setten up wi' the fuss Maister Campbell made wi' baith o' them. Naething gude enough for Dave and Maggie Promoter. The best o' teachers and nae less than Glasca College itsel', for the lad "
What do you think of Glasgow? The dear gray old college in the High Street! I went there myself, David, and I have many friends among its professors." "I'd like Glasca', fine." "Then it shall be Glasgow; and I will see Dr. Balmuto. He will not oppose your going, I am sure." "Aboot Maggie, sir? I couldna seek my ain pleasure or profit at her loss.
"Dinna fret aboot me, Maggie," he said kindly, "I am going where I hae been sent, and there's nae ill thing will come to me. And we sall Hae the summer thegither, and plenty o' time to sort the future comfortable for you. Why, lassie, you sall come wi' me to Glasca', rayther than I'll hae you looking sae broken-hearted." It was not a pleasant evening.
"A' thocht for aboot three seconds he was acceptin' the challenge o' the Glasca' Ganymede A'm no' so sure o' Ganymede; A' got him oot of the sairculatin' library an' he was verra dull except the bit wheer he went oop in the air on the back of an eagle an' dropped his whustle. But MacMuller wasn't so full o' ficht as a' that." He walked away, but stopped and came back. "A'm a Wee Kirker," he said.
"He would that; and folks would hear o' Drumloch in London; for Miss Campbell said to that Glasca' law body, that her uncle would gie up the business to his son Allan, and go into parliament himsel' goodness kens they need some douce, sensible men there. Hear to the fiddles! I feel them in the soles o' my feet! I never could sit still when 'Moneymusk' was tingling in my ear chambers.
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