For though sometimes his emotion masters him completely, at other times he can step aside as it were, and take an approving look at it.

That is a characteristic of him, and not the least maddening one." "But you solved the mystery somehow, I suppose ?" "I got at the truth to-day by an accident, or rather my wife discovered it for me.

She happened to call in at the school on a domestic matter I need not trouble you with (sal, she needna have troubled me with it either!), and on her way up the yard she noticed a laddie called Lewis Doig playing with other ungodly youths at the game of kickbonnety.
Lewis's father, a gentleman farmer, was buried jimply a fortnight since, and such want of respect for his memory made my wife give the loon a dunt on the head with a pound of sugar, which she had just bought at the 'Sosh.

He turned on her, ready to scart or spit or run, as seemed wisest, and in a klink her woman's eye saw what mine had overlooked, that he was not even wearing a black jacket.

Well, she told him what the slap was for, and his little countenance cleared at once.