And then to go and smoke her and her poor grannie, till the old woman fell down in a faint or a fit, I don't know which! You deserve a good pommelling yourself, I can tell you, Ranald.

I'm ashamed of you." He turned to go away.
"Turkey, Turkey," I cried, "isn't the old woman better ?" "I don't know.

I'm going to see," he answered.
"Come back and tell me, Turkey," I shouted, as he disappeared from the field of my vision.
"Indeed I won't.

I don't choose to keep company with such as you.

But if ever I hear of you touching them again, you shall have more of me than you'll like, and you may tell your father so when you please." I had indeed sunk low when Turkey, who had been such a friend, would have nothing to say to me more.