"You're snawed up, Davit," cried Henders, in a voice that was entirely businesslike; "hae ye a spade ?" A conversation ensued up and down this unusual channel of communication.

The unlucky householder, taking no thought of the morrow, was without a spade.

But if Henders would clear away the snow from his door he would be "varra obleeged." Henders, however, had to come to terms first.

"The chairge is saxpence, Davit," he shouted.

Then a haggling ensued.