Wee Macgreegor Enlists by John Joy Bell
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but merely by way of stating a fact.
'So wud you, if ye had ma aunt.' 'Maybe I wud,' Macgregor sympathetically admitted. 'But ye couldna droon her in twa hauf pints. Ach, I'm fed up wi' her. She startit yatterin' at me the nicht because I askit her for saxpence; so at last I tell't her I wud suner jine Kitchener's nor see her ugly face for anither week.' 'What did she say?' 'Said it was the first guid notion ever I had.' 'Weel,' said Macgregor eagerly, after a slight pause, 'since ye're for enlistin', ye'd best dae it the nicht, Wullie.' 'I suppose I micht as weel jine your lot,' said Willie, carelessly. Macgregor drew himself up. 'The 9th H.L.I, doesna accep' onything that offers.' 'I'm as guid as you--an' I'm bigger nor you.' 'Ye're bigger, but ye're peely-wally. Still, Wullie, I wud like fine to see ye in ma company.' 'Ye've a neck on ye! _Your_ company! . . . Aweel, come on an' see me dae it.' |
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