The best way to make the temp'rance cause pop'lar is to stop big brewin'.

Let every ale'ouse 'ave its own pertikler brew, an' m'appen we'll git some o' the old-fashioned malt an' 'ops agin.

That'll be good for the small trader, an' the big brewin' companies can take to somethin' 'onester than the pizonin' bizness." "You are a would-be wise man, and you talk too much, Matthew Peke!" observed the Reverend Mr.Arbroath, smiling darkly, and still glancing askew at his watch.

"I know you of old!" "Ye knows me an' I knows you," responded Peke placidly.

"Yer can't interfere wi' me nohow, an' I dessay it riles ye a bit, for ye loves interferin' with ivery sort o' folk, as all the parsons do.