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'The M'Collop of M'Collop, A. M'Collop, is a noble work of a young artist, who, in depicting the gallant chief of a hardy Scottish clan, has also represented a romantic Highland landscape, in the midst of which, 'his foot upon his native heath, stands a man of splendid symmetrical figure and great facial advantages. We shall keep our eye on Mr. M'Collop. 'Oberon and Titania. Ridley.
Miss Grieve thinks we had better not breakfast at home until she becomes accustomed to the surroundings." "Shall we allow her to become accustomed to them?" I questioned. "She came up from Glasgow to Edinburgh for the day, and went to see Mrs. M'Collop just as our telegram arrived.
Allan M'Collop, a Glasgow man who is getting on fairly at the bar. But when we go to see our new acquaintances, or when they pay us a hurried visit at our hotel, each of them expresses his deep regret that he cannot ask us to his house, which he tells us is shut up, his wife and family being Down the Water.
Miss Hamilton's party will wear its best clothes, polish its mental jewels, and endeavour in every possible way not to injure the gifted Miss Hamilton's reputation among the Scottish nobility." I wrote a hasty note of thanks to Lady Baird, and rang the bell. "Can I send a message, please?" I asked the maid. "I cudna say, mam." "Will you be good enough to ask Mrs. M'Collop, please?"
Whenever we traverse the halls we are obliged to leap over pails of suds, and Miss Diggity-Dalgety has given us two dinners which bore a curious resemblance to washing-day repasts in suburban America. "Is it spring house-cleaning?" I ask Mistress M'Collop. "Na, na," she replies hurriedly; "it's the meenisters." On the 19th of May we are a maiden castle no longer.
"In those early days I suppose people did did all sorts of things, and it was not considered at all out of the way to be surgeon to William the Conqueror." "Edward the Confessor," interposed Clive. "And it must be true, because I have seen a picture of the barber-surgeon, a friend of mine, M'Collop, did the picture, and I dare say it is for sale still"
None of the drivers whom he consulted could supply any information; Susanna Crum cudna say that she had ever heard of it, nor could Mrs. M'Collop, nor could Miss Diggity-Dalgety.
Next in rank and age was M'Collop, before named: and these two were at first more than usually harsh and captious with Clive, whose prosperity offended them, and whose dandified manners, free-and-easy ways, and evident influence over the younger scholars, gave umbrage to these elderly apprentices. Clive at first returned Mr.
"Come and look at the flowers in my bedroom," I called, "four great boxes full! Mr. Beresford must have ordered the carnations, because he always does; but where did the roses come from, I wonder?" I rang the bell, and a neat white-aproned maid appeared. "Who brought these flowers, please?" "I cudna say, mam." "Thank you; will you be good enough to ask Mrs. M'Collop?"
We alighted, and though we could scarcely see the driver's outstretched hand, he was quite able to discern a half-crown, and demanded three shillings. The noise of our cab had brought Mrs. M'Collop, to whose apartments we had been commended by English friends who had never occupied them.
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