Never look sae glum, Davie, or I'll be thinking it is my siller and no mysel' you were caring for the night when ye thought o' my cloak and umbrella." The young man rose in a perfect blaze of passion.
"Sit down, sit down," said his uncle.

"One would think you were your grandfather, Evan Callendar, and that some English red-coat had trod on your tartan.

Hout! What's the use o' a temper like that to folk wha hae taken to the spindle instead o' the claymore ?" "I am a Callendar for all that." "Sae am I, sae am I, and vera proud o' it fore-bye.

We are a' kin, Davie; blood is thicker than water, and we wont quarrel." David put down his unfinished glass of toddy.

He could not trust himself to discuss the matter any farther, but as he left the room he paused, with the open door in his hand, and said, "If you are afraid I am going to be a drunkard, why did you not care for the fear before it became a question of L2,000?
And if I ever do become one, remember this, Uncle John--you mixed my first glass for me!".