There's plenty of nice walks about the roads, and I want to explore the sea-coast." The last words seemed to annoy the innkeeper.

"That's no' allowed either," he said.

"The shore's as private as the policies....

Well, I wish ye joy tramping the roads in the glaur." "It's a queer thing," said Dickson meditatively, "that you should keep a hotel and yet be set on discouraging people from visiting this neighbourhood.

I tell you what, I believe that hotel of yours is all sham.