It's a mercy to get a responsible man in the place.

I aye had a notion ye wad come back, for, thinks I, nevoy Dickson is no the yin to desert folk in trouble....

Whaur's my wee kist ?....

Lost, ye say.

That's a peety, for it's been my cheesebox thae thirty year." Dickson ascended to the loft, having announced his need of at least three hours' sleep.