[Count Bunker by J. Storer Clouston]@TWC D-Link bookCount Bunker CHAPTER VIII 6/8
She's been instructing some of the tenants--and ma own girls will be there--but, oh, it's nothing to speak of.
If he says a few words in reply, that'll be all they'll be expecting." The strains of "Tulliwuddle wha hae" grew ever louder and, to an untrained ear, more terrific.
In a moment they were mingled with a clapping of hands and a Highland cheer, the launch glided alongside the pier, and, supported on his faithful friend's arm, the panic-stricken Tulliwuddle staggered ashore.
Before his dazed eyes there seemed to be arrayed the vastest and most barbaric concourse his worst nightmare had ever imagined.
Six pipers played within ten paces of him, each of them arrayed in the full panoply of the clan; at least a dozen dogs yelped their exultation; and from the surrounding throng two ancient men in tartan and four visions in snowy white stepped forth to greet the distinguished visitors. The first hitch in the proceedings occurred at this point.
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