THE POWER OF BEAUTY One evening there was such a gathering at the pig-sty that Hendry and I could not get a board to lay our backs against.

Circumstances had pushed Pete Elshioner into the place of honour that belonged by right of mental powers to Tammas Haggart, and Tammas was sitting rather sullenly on the bucket, boring a hole in the pig with his sarcastic eye.

Pete was passing round a card, and in time it reached me.

"With Mr.and Mrs.David Alexander's compliments," was printed on it, and Pete leered triumphantly at us as it went the round.
"Weel, what think ye ?" he asked, with a pretence at modesty.
"Ou," said T'nowhead, looking at the others like one who asked a question, "ou, I think; ay, ay." The others seemed to agree with him, all but Tammas, who did not care to tie himself down to an opinion.
"Ou ay," T'nowhead continued, more confidently, "it is so, deceededly." "Ye'll no ken," said Pete, chuckling, "what it means ?" "Na," the farmer admitted, "na, I canna say I exac'ly ken that." "I ken, though," said Tammas, in his keen way.
"Weel, then, what is't ?" demanded Pete, who had never properly come under Tammas's spell.
"I ken," said Tammas.
"Oot wi't then." "I dinna say it's lyin' on my tongue," Tammas replied, in a tone of reproof, "but if ye'll juist speak awa aboot some other thing for a meenute or twa, I'll tell ye syne." Hendry said that this was only reasonable, but we could think of no subject at the moment, so we only stared at Tammas, and waited.
"I fathomed it," he said at last, "as sune as my een lichted on't.
It's one o' the bit cards 'at grand fowk slip 'aneath doors when they mak calls, an' their friends is no in.

Ay, that's what it is." "I dinna say ye're wrang," Pete answered, a little annoyed.