Petticoat Lane and 'ands 'em over and come up again. But I didn't get no
more barrow-work that day, and my D.C.M. was for them prisoners right
enough. So now you see what I feels like about the fruit business. It's
like an old pal bein' done in."

"I shouldn't worry too much about it," I said. "You've each had a bit of a
knock-out; but you'll soon be on your legs again, and so will your barrow,
and going strong, both of you."

* * * * *

SCOTLAND YET.

[Dr. GEORG BIEDENKAPP, writing in the _Münchner Neueste Nachrichten_,
says that if you examine any famous "Englishman" you find that he
really comes from Scotland, to which country he assigns a place with
Suabia, Thuringia, and the Hartz Mountains as "a cradle of Kultur and a
fountain of first-class genius."]

Man Sandy, here's a German Hun
Wha thinks he's on a track
That nane hae trodden, having fun'
A new an' stairtlin' fac';
A' English thocht he doots is nocht,
An' English ways are henious,
But ah, says he, in Scotland see
The hame o' first-class genius.

New? Why, my feyther kent it fine,
An', Sandy, I'll be sworn