But all at once another Jew came up to me, slapped me on the back, and cried oot: "Ach, Mr.
Lauder, and how you vas to-day?
I vish there vas a kilt in the Lane-- you would have it for nothing!" In a minute they were flocking around me.

They all pulled me this way, and that, slapped me on the back, embraced me.

It was touching, but-- weel, I was glad to get awa', which I did so soon as I could wi'oot hurtin' the feelings of my gude friends the Hebrews.
The Hebrews are always very demonstrative.

I'm as fond o' them as, thank fortune, they are o' me.

They make up a fine and appreciative audience.