In this capacity it was his daily task to feed a flock of turkeys which were growing up to maturity.
On one occasion, my aunt having followed him in his work, and having observed such a waste of food that the ground was actually covered with grain which they could not eat, and which would soon be destroyed and lost, naturally remonstrated, and suggested a more reasonable and provident supply.

But all the answer she got from the offended Jamie was a bitter rejoinder, "Weel, then, neist time they sall get _nane ava!_" On another occasion a family from a distance had called whilst my uncle and aunt were out of the house.

Jamie came into the parlour to deliver the cards, or to announce that they had called.

My aunt, somewhat vexed at not having been in the way, inquired what message Mr.and Mrs.Innes had left, as she had expected one.

"No; no message." She returned to the charge, and asked again if they had not told him _anything_ he was to repeat.