"Where did he get it, schoolmaster ?" Monsey answered nothing.

The topic was evidently a fearsome thing to him.

His quips and cracks were already gone.
"Where did he get it, _I_ say ?" repeated the man; with the air of one who was propounding a trying problem.
Old Matthew removed his pipe.
"A fool may ask mair questions ner a doctor can answer." The shepherd shifted in his seat.
"That Wilson was na shaks nowther," continued Matthew quietly.

"He was accustomed to 'tummel' his neighbors, and never paused to inquire into their bruises.

He'd olas the black dog on his back--leastways latterly.