39/41 "My mother is as great a Socialist as I am." "Ay, but A keep ma heid." "That ye do, mither. Ye're gey cannie," replied her son, shaking his head, and so they passed the word to and fro, and Maitland sat listening to the chat. The delightful spirit of camaraderie between mother and son reminded him of a similar relationship between mother and sons in his own home in pre-war days. He could not tear himself away. It was well on to his dinner hour before he rose to go. |