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Leddies! Man, its weel seen
ye're no very acquant in Embro!"
A clap of anger took me.
"Here," said I, "lead me where I told you, and keep your foul mouth
shut!"
He did not wholly obey me, for, though he no more addressed me
directly, he very impudent sang at me as he went in a manner of
innuendo, and with an exceedingly ill voice and ear -

"As Mally Lee cam doun the street, her capuchin did flee,
She cuist a look ahint her to see her negligee.
And we're a' gaun east and wast, we're a' gann ajee,
We're a' gaun east and wast courtin' Mally Lee."

CHAPTER II--THE HIGHLAND WRITER

Mr. Charles Stewart the Writer dwelt at the top of the longest
stair ever mason set a hand to; fifteen flights of it, no less; and
when I had come to his door, and a clerk had opened it, and told me
his master was within, I had scarce breath enough to send my porter
packing.
"Awa' east and west wi' ye!" said I, took the money bag out of his
hands, and followed the clerk in.
The outer room was an office with the clerk's chair at a table
spread with law papers.


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