When a thing's no' dune richt it's no dune ava." "True, Davie, true enough; that's a noble sentiment.

But will that no' do now ?" Mr.Rae knew himself to be helpless in Davie's hands, and he knew also that nothing short of violence would hasten Davie from his "usual." "Ay, that'll dae, because it's richt dune.

But that's no' what I call cannel," grumbled Davie, glowering fiercely at the burning coal, as if meditating a fresh attack.
"Well, well," said Mr.Rae, "tell the Farquhars about it." "Ay, Sir, I will that," said Davie, as he reluctantly took himself off with his scuttle and besom.
The Captain was bursting with fretful impatience.

"Impudent old rascal!" he exclaimed.

"Why don't you dismiss him ?" "Dismiss him!" echoed Mr.Rae in consternation.