"I'm sorry, missus. I thocht it wis a doll." "Did ye, ye impident keely. If I wis your mither I wid hae drooned ye." "Did ye, ye impident keely. If I wis your mither I wid hae drooned ye." "I'm ower bonny for that," answered Spud in a good-humoured way. "I'm ower bonny for that," answered Spud in a good-humoured way. "Ha! ha! ha! What a face!" "Ha! ha! ha! What a face!" "What's wrang wi' ma face?" "What's wrang wi' ma face?" "It's like a burst German sausage." "It's like a burst German sausage." "She's got ye that time," said an old packman in the opposite corner; "but whaur are ye gaun?" "She's got ye that time," said an old packman in the opposite corner; "but whaur are ye gaun?" "Tae jine the Mileeshy." "Tae jine the Mileeshy." "Man, I'm a piper in that 'crush.' You'll like it—it's great sport. But mind Sergeant-Major Fireworks. He's a holy terror. He's got a chist like a horse, and a breist o' tin medals. When he howls the dogs start barking, and when he curses he mak's ye shiver as if ye had the fever. But he'll mak' a man o' ye." "Man, I'm a piper in that 'crush.' You'll like it—it's great sport. But mind Sergeant-Major Fireworks. He's a holy terror. He's got a chist like a horse, and a breist o' tin medals. When he howls the dogs start barking, and when he curses he mak's ye shiver as if ye
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