"Do you not see what has happened, man ?" I cried.
"Ou," said Tammas, "she's aye fa'in aff the dresser." Of the schoolmasters who were at times members of the club, Mr.Dickie was the ripest scholar, but my predecessor at the school-house had a way of sneering at him that was as good as sarcasm.

When they were on their legs at the same time, asking each other passionately to be calm, and rolling out lines from Homer, that made the inn-keeper look fearfully to the fastenings of the door, their heads very nearly came together although the table was between them.

The old dominie had an advantage in being the shorter man, for he could hammer on the table as he spoke, while gaunt Mr.Dickie had to stoop to it.

Mr.McRittie's arguments were a series of nails that he knocked into the table, and he did it in a workmanlike manner.

Mr.Dickie, though he kept firm on his feet, swayed his body until by and by his head was rotating in a large circle.