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Updated: May 20, 2025
So, wishfu' tae keep this bit hoosie tae mysel' seein' 't was haunted as they ca' it I juist kep' up the illusion on account o' trampers, wanderin' gypsies, an' sic-like dirty tykes. Eh! but 'twas fair graund tae see 'em rinnin' awa' as if the de'il were after them, spierin' back o'er their shoulders, an' a' by reason of a bit squeakie o' the pipes, here. An' so, sir, ye hae it."
Folk ask me, whiles, hoo it comes that I dwell still sae far frae the centre o' the world as they've a way o' dubbin London! I like London, fine, ye'll ken. It's a grand toon. I'd be an ungrateful chiel did I no keep a warm spot for the place that turned me frae a provincial comic into what I'm lucky enow to be the day. But I'm no wishfu' to pass my days and nichts always in the great city.
As I said this, and without particularly thinking what I did, I drew a step or two nearer to his table; thus striking, by mere good fortune, on the only argument that could at all affect the man. The blood left his lusty countenance. "For the Lord's sake dinna be hasty, sir!" he cried. "I am truly wishfu' no to be offensive.
He determined that in his own case no collapsed ideal should be possible. Therefore, it was that his proposal took the following form: "I'm but a puir lad, Jennie; I hae nae siller to offer ye, and nae land." "Ah, but ye hae yoursel', Davie!" "An' I'm wishfu' it wa' onything else, lassie. I'm nae but a puir ill- seasoned loon, Jennie."
As I said this, and without particularly thinking what I did, I drew a step or two nearer to his table; thus striking, by mere good fortune, on the only argument that could at all affect the man. The blood left his lusty countenance. "For the Lord's sake dinna be hasty, sir!" he cried. "I am truly wishfu' no' to be offensive.
As I said this, and without particularly thinking what I did, I drew a step or two nearer to his table; thus striking, by mere good fortune, on the only argument that could at all affect the man. The blood left his lusty countenance. "For the Lord's sake dinna be hasty, sir!" he cried. "I am truly wishfu' no to be offensive.
"He's a verra likeable feller but a wee bit too canny an' a big bit too fast. Captain Blackie, sir-r, can ye no get me a machine that can flee? Ma wee machine is no' unlike a hairse, but A'm wishfu' o' providin' the coorpse." "You've got the fastest machine in France, Tam," said the captain. Tam nodded. "It's verra likely she wis no' runnin' so sweet," he confessed. "But, mon! That Muller!
But I've been wishfu', sometimes, that the American reporters had a wee bit less imagination. 'Tis a grand thing, imagination; I've got it masel, tae some extent. But those New York reporters and especially the first ones I met! Man, they put me in the shade altogether! I'd little to say to them the day I landed; I needed time tae think and assort my impressions.
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