into his stomach, inflamed the ill humour with which he was already prepared to meet his kinsman.
"The de'il take them that made them," was his first ejaculation, apostrophizing his mess of porridge.
"They're gude parritch eneugh," said Mrs Wilson, "if ye wad but take time to them. I made them mysel; but if folk winna hae patience, they should get their thrapples causewayed."
"Haud your peace, Alison, I was speaking to my nevoy.—How is this, sir? And what sort o' scampering gates are these o' going on? Ye were not at hame last night till near midnight."
"Thereabouts, sir, I believe," answered Morton, in an indifferent tone.
"Thereabouts, sir?—What sort of an answer is that, sir? Why came ye na hame when other folk left the grund?"
"I suppose you know the reason very well, sir," said Morton; "I had the fortune to be the best marksman of the day,
