"Deed an' he was, Mac.

Ye were prood, the day, were ye no?
I mind the biggest fish ever I caught.

I wasna fit to speak to the Duke o' Argyle himsel' that day!" "How big was yours ?" asked Mac, and I could see he was angry wi' himself.

Do ye mind the game the wee yins play, of noughts and crosses?
Whoever draws three noughts or three crosses in a line wins, and sometimes it's for lettin' the other have last crack that ye lose.
Weel, it was like a child who sees he's beaten himself in that game that Mac looked then.
"How big was mine, Mac ?" I said.

"Oh, no so big.