So there was five thousand dollars--a thousand poonds--for ma wounded laddies at hame in Scotland.
Noo, think o' the contrast.

There's a toon--I'll no be writing doon its name--where they wadna bid but twelve dollars--aboot twa poond ten shillings--for the book! Could ye blame me for being vexed?
Maybe I said more than I should, but I dinna think so.

I'm thinking still those folk were mean.

But I was interested enough to look to see what that toon had done, later, and I found oot that its patriotism must ha' been awakened soon after, for it bocht its share and more o' bonds, and it gave its siller freely to all the bodies that needed money for war work.

They were sair angry at old Harry Lauder that nicht he tauld them what he thocht of their generosity, but it maybe he did them gude, for a' that! I'd be a dead man the noo, e'en had I as many lives as a dozen nine lived cats, had a' the threats that were made against me in America been carried oot.