He kens you fine." Tommy smiled meaningly.

"Not him," he answered, "I've cheated him bonny, he hasna a notion wha I am.

Corp, would you like a good laugh ?" "That I would." "Weel, then, I'll tell you wha he thinks I am.

Do you ken a little house yont the road a bitty irae Monypenny ?" "I ken no sic house," said Corp, "except Aaron's." "Aaron's the man as bides in it," Tommy continued hastily, "at least I think that's the name.

Well, as you ken the house, you've maybe noticed a laddie that bides there too ?" "There's no laddie," began Corp, "except--" "Let me see," interrupted Tommy, "what was his name?
Was it Peter?
No.
Was it Willie?
Stop, I mind, it was Tommy." He glared so that Corp dared not utter a word.
"Have you notitched him ?" "I've--I've seen him," Corp gasped.
"Well, this is the joke," said Tommy, trying vainly to restrain his mirth, "Cathro thinks I'm that laddie! Ho! ho! ho!" Corp scratched his head, then he bit his warts, then he spat upon his hands, then he said "Damn." The crisis came when Cathro, still ignorant that the heather was on fire, dropped some disparaging remarks about the Stuarts to his history class.