Between You and Me by Sir Harry Lauder
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"Thirty-one pounds? Did he so?" I said, duly impressed. But I was still thochtfu', and Mac looked at me. "Wasna he a whopper, Harry?" he asked. I think he was a wee bit disappointed, but he had no cause--I was just thinking. "Aye," I said. "Deed an' he was, Mac. Ye were prood, the day, were ye no? I mind the biggest fish ever I caught. I wasna fit to speak to the Duke o' Argyle himsel' that day!" "How big was yours?" asked Mac, and I could see he was angry wi' himself. Do ye mind the game the wee yins play, of noughts and crosses? Whoever draws three noughts or three crosses in a line wins, and sometimes it's for lettin' the other have last crack that ye lose. Weel, it was like a child who sees he's beaten himself in that game that Mac looked then. "How big was mine, Mac?" I said. "Oh, no so big. Ye'd no be interested to know, I'm thinking." "But I am," said Mac. "I always like to hear of the luck other fishermen ha' had." "Aweel, yell be makin' me tell ye, I suppose," I said, as if verra reluctantly. "But--oh, no, Mac, dinna mak' me. I'm no wantin' to hurt yer feelings." He laughed. |
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