He screamed again, and went tearing about the room holding his finger.

I followed him, and I had heard that one ought to do something at once if a man were scalded, so I seized the cream jug and poured that over his legs.
But, well as I meant, Mac was angrier than ever.

I chased him round and round, seriously afraid that my friend was crazed by his sufferings.
"Are ye no better the noo, Mac ?" I asked.
That was just as our landlady and her daughter came in.

I'm afraid they heard language from Mac not fit for any woman's ears, but ye'll admit the man was not wi'oot provocation! "Better ?" he shouted.

"Ye muckle fool, you--you've ruined a brand new pair of trousies cost me fifteen and six!" It was amusing, but it had its serious side.