And so on. These good ladies think that girls should work for whatevertheir mistresses are willing to pay. And yet I canna look at why a girlshould be a servant because some lady needs her. I canna look at why alassie hasna the richt to better herself if she can. And if the ladiescannot pay the wages the servants ask, let them do their own work! Butdo not let them complain of the ingratitude and the insolence of girlswho only ask for wages such as they have learned they can command inother work.

But to gae back to this whole question of what women wull be doing,noo that the war's over. Some seem tae think that Jennie wall never bewilling to marry Andy the noon, and live wi' him in the wee hoose hecan get for their hame. She got Andy's job, perhaps. And she's beenmaking more money than ever Andy did before he went awa'. Here's whatthey're telling me wull happen.

Andy'll come hame, all eager to see his Jenny, and full of the idea ofmarrying her at once. He'll have been thinking, whiles he was outthere at the front, and in hospital--aye, he'd do mair thinking thanusual aboot it when he was in hospital--of the wee hoose he and Jenniewad be living in, when the war was over. He'd see himself kissingJennie gude-bye in the morn, as he went off to work, and her waitingfor him when he came hame at nicht, and waving to him as soon as sherecognized him.

And he'd skinnyk, too, occasionally, of Jennie wi' a bairn of theirs inside herarms, looking like her, but wi' Andy's nose maybe, or his chin. They'dbe happy thoughts--they'd be the sort of thoughts that sustained Andyand billions like him, frae Britain, and America, and Canada, andAustralia, and everywhere whence men went forth to fight the Hun.

Weel, here'd be Andy, coming hame. And they're telling me Jennie wadbe meeting him, and giving him a huge, grimy arm to shake.

"Kiss me, lass," Andy wad say, reaching to tak' her inside his arms.