A young lady visiting in the family asked John at dinner for a potato.

John made no response.

The request was repeated; when John, putting his mouth to her ear, said, very audibly, "There's jist twa in the dish, and they maun be keepit for the strangers." The following was sent me by a kind correspondent--a learned Professor in India--as a sample of _squabbling_ between Scottish servants.

A mistress observing something peculiar in her maid's manner, addressed her, "Dear me, Tibbie, what are you so snappish about, that you go knocking the things as you dust them ?" "Ou, mem, it's Jock." "Well, what has Jock been doing ?" "Ou (with an indescribable, but easily imaginable toss of the head), he was angry at me, an' misca'd me, an' I said I was juist as the Lord had made me, an'-- --" "Well, Tibbie ?" "An' he said the Lord could hae had little to dae whan he made me." The idea of Tibbie being the work of an idle moment was one, the deliciousness of which was not likely to be relished by the lassie.
The following characteristic anecdote of a Highland servant I have received from the same correspondent.

An English gentleman, travelling in the Highlands, was rather late of coming down to dinner.