MR.

BISHOPRIGGS.
THE knock at the door was repeated--a louder knock than before.
"Are you deaf ?" shouted Arnold.
The door opened, little by little, an inch at a time.

Mr.Bishopriggs appeared mysteriously, with the cloth for dinner over his arm, and with his second in command behind him, bearing "the furnishing of the table" (as it was called at Craig Fernie) on a tray.
"What the deuce were you waiting for ?" asked Arnold.

"I told you to come in." "And _I_ tauld _you,_" answered Mr.Bishopriggs, "that I wadna come in without knocking first.

Eh, man!" he went on, dismissing his second in command, and laying the cloth with his own venerable hands, "d'ye think I've lived in this hottle in blinded eegnorance of hoo young married couples pass the time when they're left to themselves?
Twa knocks at the door--and an unco trouble in opening it, after that--is joost the least ye can do for them! Whar' do ye think, noo, I'll set the places for you and your leddy there ?" Anne walked away to the window, in undisguised disgust.