But there was a cloud on his brow which in a moment revealed that his errand was not a pleasant one.
'I haena seen ye for a lang time, Mr.Lammie.Gae butt the hoose, lads.
Or I'm thinkin' it maun be schule-time.

Sit ye doon, Mr.Lammie, and lat's hear yer news.' 'I cam frae Aberdeen last nicht, Mistress Faukner,' he began.
'Ye haena been hame sin' syne ?' she rejoined.
'Na.

I sleepit at The Boar's Heid.' 'What for did ye that?
What gart ye be at that expense, whan ye kent I had a bed i' the ga'le-room ?' 'Weel, ye see, they're auld frien's o' mine, and I like to gang to them whan I'm i' the gait o' 't.' 'Weel, they're a fine faimily, the Miss Napers.

And, I wat, sin' they maun sell drink, they du 't wi' discretion.

That's weel kent.' Possibly Mr.Lammie, remembering what then occurred, may have thought the discretion a little in excess of the drink, but he had other matters to occupy him now.