It wud ha'e been a snip for me. Ha'e ye a match?
'Having lit up: 'Tell us what else I maunna dae at the pairty.'
Macgregor scratched his head. 'If it had been a denner pairty,' he
said slowly, thinking doubtless of Aunt Purdie's, 'I could ha'e
gi'ed ye a queer list; but ye canna gang faur wrang at a tea
pairty.'
'I dinna want to gang an inch wrang.'
'Weel, then, for instance, some folk objec's to a chap sookin' his
tea frae his saucer----'
'I'll note that. Fire awa'!'
'An' if a cream cookie bursts----'
'Dae they burst whiles?'
'Up yer sleeve, as a rule,' said Macgregor very solemnly.
'Guid Goad! I'll pass the cream cookies.'
'But they're awfu' tasty.'
'Are they? . . . Weel, what dae ye dae if it bursts?'
'Never let bug.'
'Ay, but--but what aboot the cream?'
'Best cairry an extra hanky an' plug yer sleeve wi' it.'
After a dismal pause, Willie inquired: 'Could ye no get her to
leave the cream cookies oot o' her programme, Macgreegor?'
Macgregor looked dubious. 'She's gey saft on them hersel', an' she
micht be offendit if we refused them. Of course they dinna scoot
up the sleeve every time.'
'Oh!'--more hopefully.
'Whiles they explode doon the waistcoat--I mean tunic.'
'That's enough!' wailed Willie. 'If the Clyde was handy, I wud
gang an' droon masel'!'
On the third day following, they obtained late passes. Willie's
uneasiness was considerable, yet so was his vanity.
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