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"Govey Dick! but yon was a fecht! Me and Peter Paterson and Wee Jaikie started it, but it was the whole company afore the end. Are ye better, Jaikie?" "Ay, I'm better," said a pallid midget. "He kickit Jaikie in the stomach and Jaikie was seeck," Dougal explained. "That's the three accounted for.
"Now, boys an' loons an' lassies, I mean," says Sandy, "there must be total nae noise ava, or the magic lantern 'ill no wirk." "Hooreh! Time's up!" roared a' the laddies thegither; an' they whistled, an' kickit wi' their feet till you wudda thocht they wud haen my gude soap boxes ca'd a' to crockineeshin.
"What i' the world are ye heavin' aboot that heid o' yours like that for?" said Dauvid, glowerin' like a wild cat at Moses: an' Bandy kickit his heels on the front o' the boiler, an' roared, "Order, gentlemen. Respeck the chair!" I was juist away to cry "Ye micht respeck my boiler, raither, an' no' kick holes i' the plester wi' thae muckle clunkers o' heels o' yours"; but I keepit it in.
'He never was in the way of giving a reason for anything, least of all for his own movements. 'Somebody was sayin' to me, resumed MacGregor, who, in all probability, invented the story at the moment, 'that the prince took him kissin' ane o' his servan' lasses, and kickit him oot o' Carlton Hoose into the street, and he canna win' ower the disgrace o' 't. ''Deed for the kissin', said Mr.
Dat's on der level, too." Both lads were battered and bruised, and there was blood on their faces when they retired to their corners at the command from Horner. "He's a nut," confessed Frank. "He has given me some soakers, and he takes his medicine as if he liked it." "You'll finish him next round, sure," fluttered Harry. "I shall buck the kickit I mean kick the bucket if you don't." "How is it?"
Sandy kickit at the door, an' Pottie yalled like a wild cat. Sandy cam' awa' an' met the ither billies, an', stoppin' them, tell'd them he was nae mare mismirized than they were. "I wantit to gie Pottie a fleg, an' I think he's gotten't," says he. "Him an' me's square noo." They gaed back to Stumpie's cellar, an' gin this time there were twenty laddies an' twa pileece roond the door.
"Gien ye cud gie me a day's wark, or maybe twa, " began Cosmo, thinking how much rather he would fall in with Lady Joan about the garden than go up to the house. "I weel thoucht there sud be mair intil't nor appeart! Ye wad fain hae the auld man's shune, an' mak sur o' them afore he kickit them frae him! Ay! It's jist like the likes o' ye! Mine's a place the like o' you's keen set efter!
"Aweel," said Miss Damahoy, "he might keep mair wit in his anger but it's a' the better for his wigmaker, I'se warrant." "The queen tore her biggonets for perfect anger, ye'll hae heard o' that too?" said Plumdamas. "And the king, they say, kickit Sir Robert Walpole for no keeping down the mob of Edinburgh; but I dinna believe he wad behave sae ungenteel."
"Aweel," said Miss Damahoy, "he might keep mair wit in his anger but it's a' the better for his wigmaker, I'se warrant." "The queen tore her biggonets for perfect anger, ye'll hae heard o' that too?" said Plumdamas. "And the king, they say, kickit Sir Robert Walpole for no keeping down the mob of Edinburgh; but I dinna believe he wad behave sae ungenteel."
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