When he was not a teetotum he was a windmill.

His pump position was the most appalling.

Then he glared motionless at his admiring listeners, as if he had fallen into a trance with his arm upraised.

The hurricane broke next moment.

Nanny Sutie bore up under the shadow of the windmill--which would have been heavier had Auld Licht ministers worn gowns--but the pump affected her to tears.