My Man Sandy

yment i' the washin'-house this nicht or twa back, an' I tell you, I can gabble awa' aboot public questions as weel's some o' them i' the Cooncil. I ga'e them a bit screed on the watter ques

at wi' a little practice I cud speechify

but you'll mibby g'wa' an' get that tume saft soap barrel scraipit oot, an' the wech

h-like; "but still a man wi' brains in's heid canna juis

oap-altho' it's only scraipins-is sometimes a very handy thing to hae; an' if you dinna get what you want, you can pet on the black lead syne. Th

some occupation for his intelleck, or his facilties 'ill gie wey. There's Bandy Wobster, for instance, tak's up his heid wi' gom

you bring ony o' your triangles here, wi' there ping ping-pinkey-pingin', I'll pet them doon the syre; that's what I'll do. I like music o' near ony kind. I can pet up wi' the melod

izes, ye know. Bandy learned a' aboot them when he was at the sea. Sailors learn aboot them for measurin' hoo far onywey is frae ony ither wey, d'ye know, d'ye see

something to garr you haud your tongue. You've nae need for learnin' to speak, weel-a-wat, excep' it be to speak sen

in; mind I'm tellin' you. He was tellin's aboot some o' the exyems in gomitry lest

same as exy-oey we used to play

ng a'thegither. The first exyem is that onything that's equal to the same thing as ony ither thing, i

"that's waur than exy-oey

an' the ither thing's equal to some ither thing that's equal to the thing that the first thing's equal till, then you

ichtwecht, d'ye ken, for I cud nether mak

three bawbees. Weel than, here's twa here, an' there's ane there. Noo, this ane here is equal to that ane there, an' this ither ane here is equal t

unt or something, an', gien his heid a gey impide

bender's frae seein't? An' is tha

s Sandy. "That's

d to tell you what ony three-'ear-auld bair

k at gomitry for a nicht or twa, an' got a puckle triangles an' parilelly grams into my heid, I'll be fit to gie a scrieve on

clock were here, you'll get a coo's drink, wi' plenty o' pepper in't, an' get to your bed. Thae wash

the cratur was haiverin', that h

our opinion," says Sandy. "Bandy promised to tell's something the mor

at?" says I. "Oor ane's juist the v

, wi' a winderin'

u'll of'en hear his whistle i' the stree

clockin' hen, an' I didna see hint nor hair o' him for mair than twa 'oors efter. But