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"When you want to steal a denner bell," he said to Sandy, "carry't by the tongue, man. It's safer that wey. Bells an' weemin are awfu' beggars when their tongues get lowse." The captain was rale taen wi' Sandy, an', mind you, he hired a cab an' drave Sandy an' me a' roond the toon. He said he was bidin' in Carnoustie, and he wadna hae a nasay but we wud come an' hae a cup o' tea wi' him.
"Well, well, well," he stammered, with masculine dread of giving expression to anything like sentiment. "It it looks quite new." He hesitated, then his face brightened as he found himself once more on familiar ground. "Say, d'ye think you could help them weemin folks in there to find my pipe?
"I'll tell ye what," said old Lauder, "let us get a few weemin' and weans thegither, an' we'll gang doon to the pit an' wait on them comin' up frae their shift. The bairns can get tin cans an' a stane for a drumstick, an' we'll ha'e a loonie band. We can sing twa or three o' thae blackleg sangs o' Tam Donaldson's, an' play them hame."
So are the flowers, or they wouldn't look so pleased. God meant a' men and weemin to be glad, even though they have to work. But hoo' the hell can folk be happy and worship God on two and sixpence a day? It's all wrong, Andrew, an' I'll never believe that men were meant to live as we live." "That's true, Geordie," agreed Andrew soberly. "I only wish we could get everybody to see it as we see it.
Weemin can beat them in mony weys, I admit; but, for doonricht selfishness, come your wa's! There's been great gaitherin's in oor washin'-hoose this while back "Nochties-an'-Broziana," Bandy Wobster ca'd the meetin's to Sandy. The ither Wedensday i' the forenicht the shop was shut i' the efternune, of coorse; I'm a great believer i' the half-holiday, you see. I think it's a capital idea.
The place is foo' o' men tae say naethin' o' weemin; but it's little she hes tae dae wi' them or them wi' her officers frae Edinburgh an' writin' men frae London, as weel as half a dozen coonty birkies." "Well?" said Carmichael, despising himself for his curiosity.
But let me tell you something: it isn't in me to love again. And that isn't square to you." After a silence she repeated: "Again? Have you been in love?" "Yes." "Are you embittered? I thought only callow fledglings moped." "If I were embittered I'd offer free anchorage to all comers. That's the fledgling idea when blighted be a 'deevil among the weemin," he said, laughing.
"Well, you stopped kicking, anyway, until we got the big one, which was clean unreasonable, whatefer." "No, sir." Mr. McPherson's spectacle case tapped the younger man's arm peremptorily. "I was perfectly logical then, as I am now. I objected when the wee squeaking thing was brought in, and I objected more when you and the weemin filled up the end o' the church with a machine to turn us all deef.
I likeit "Scots wha hae," an' the "Macgregor's Gaitherin'." I thocht yon was juist grand. When they were singin' "Scots wha hae," Sandy glowered a' roond aboot him like's he wudda likeit to ken if onybody wantit a fecht. What a soond there was at the strong bits. The feint a ane o' me kens whaur yon men an' weemin' get a' yon soond.
"I hae had a lang experience o' weemin' bodies," and he winked across to Geordie as he spoke, "an' I can say they are rale blood-suckers. They're like whisky, gran' at the time, but you sing sorry next day, an' fin' oot what a fool you hae been.
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