Then he awoke, as from a dream, and the shame of boasting that shutsthe mouths of self-respecting Scots descended upon him.

"But this is fair nonsense. Ye'll no mind the havers o' an aulddominie."

He fell back on a recent roup, and would not again break away,although sorely tempted by certain of Whinnie's speculations.

When I saw him last, his coat-tails were waving victoriously as heleaped a dyke on his way to tell our Drumtochty Maecenas that thejudges knew their business.

III

IN MARGET'S GARDEN