I want to make happiness while I'm alive.

I don't think a million pounds would be too much for all I want to do." "Aw, Jean," said Mhor, "if you had a million pounds would you buy me a bicycle ?" "A bicycle," said Jean, "and a motor and an aeroplane and a Shetland pony and a Newfoundland pup.

I'll make a story for you in bed to-night all about what you would have if I were rich." "And Jock, too ?" Being assured that Jock would not be overlooked Mhor grabbed Peter round the neck and proceeded to babble to him about bicycles and aeroplanes, motors and Newfoundland pups.
Jean looked apologetically at her guests.
"When you're poor you've got to dream," she said.

"Oh, must you go, Mr.
Reid?
But you'll come back to-morrow, won't you?
We would honestly like you to come and stay with us." "Thank you," said Peter Reid, "but I am going back to London in a day or two.

I am obliged to you for your hospitality, especially for singing me 'Strathairlie.' I never thought to hear it again.