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For, as poor as I appear, I have friends of my own that will be blithe to help me." "Hoot-toot!" said uncle Ebenezer, "dinna fly up in the snuff at me. We'll agree fine yet. And, Davie my man, if you're done with that bit parritch, I could just take a sup of it myself.
Little Toomai turned, rustling in the fodder, and watched the curve of his big back against half the stars in heaven, and while he watched he heard, so far away that it sounded no more than a pinhole of noise pricked through the stillness, the "hoot-toot" of a wild elephant.
I did as he bid, but paused after a few steps, and begged a light to go to bed with. "Hoot-toot!" said uncle Ebenezer, "there's a fine moon." "Neither moon nor star, sir, and pit-mirk," said I. "I canna see the bed." "Hoot-toot, hoot-toot!" said he. "Lights in a house is a thing I dinna agree with. I'm unco feared of fires. Good-night to ye, Davie my man."
Sir Richard was overwhelmed by his Majesty's commendation. "I have done nothing, my gracious liege," he said, "to merit such acknowledgment on your part, and the delight I experience is only tempered by my utter unworthiness." "Hoot-toot! man," replied James, jocularly, "ye merit a vast deal mair than we hae said to you. But gude folk dinna always get their deserts. Ye ken that, Sir Richard.
For as poor as I appear, I have friends of my own that will be blithe to help me." "Hoot-toot!" said Uncle Ebenezer, "dinnae fly up in the snuff at me. We'll agree fine yet. And, Davie, my man, if you're done with that bit parritch, I could just take a sup of it myself.
I'm daft when I get to the cartes." "Hoot-toot! hoot-toot!" said Cluny. "It was all daffing; it's all nonsense. Of course you'll have your money back again, and the double of it, if ye'll make so free with me. It would be a singular thing for me to keep it.
When a man has been out of work for more than three months, his mind isn't troubled much with thinking of women light or dark. I was thinking of the groom's place at the great house, and I tried to say so. My aunt Chance wouldn't listen. She treated my interpretation with contempt. "Hoot-toot! there's the caird in your hand! If ye're no thinking of her the day, ye'll be thinking of her the morrow.
I did as he bid, but paused after a few steps, and begged a light to go to bed with. "Hoot-toot!" said Uncle Ebenezer, "there's a fine moon." "Neither moon nor star, sir, and pit-mirk,"* said I. "I cannae see the bed." * Dark as the pit. "Hoot-toot, hoot-toot!" said he. "Lights in a house is a thing I dinnae agree with. I'm unco feared of fires. Good-night to ye, Davie, my man."
Owls that knew every wrinkle of despair and hoot-toot of pessimism clung to narrow crevices in the deserted rooms, where the skeleton-like prison frameworks at the unglazed windows were in keeping with the dreadful spirits of these unregenerate anchorites. The forlorn apartments were piled one above the other until the historic cylinder of stone opened to the sky.
"Hoot-toot! hoot-toot!" said Cluny. "It was all daffing; it's all nonsense. Of course you'll have your money back again, and the double of it, if ye'll make so free with me. It would be a singular thing for me to keep it.
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