I winna gie ye ony toddy though." "I dinna want nane." "That's richt.

Keep to that negation as an anchor o' the soul, sure and steadfast.

There's no boddom to the sea ye'll gang doon in gin ye cut the cable that hauds ye to that anchor.

Here's to ye!" And again Mr Cupples emptied his glass.
"Hoo are ye prepared for yer mathematics ?" he resumed.
"Middlin' only," answered Alec.
"I was doobtin' that.

Sma' preparation does weel eneuch for Professor Fraser's Greek; but ye'll fin' it's anither story wi' the mathematics.
Ye maun jist come to me wi' them as ye did wi' the Greek." "Thank you, Mr Cupples," said Alec heartily.