J. J. Bell

“ But no! At the corner of the street appeared Willie Thomson and several other of Macgregor's playmates. They did not mean to be unkind, but at the sight of their little friend they stared for a moment, and then fled sniggering. ”

“ Lizzie dived under the bed, opened a box, and brought out a parcel.
"Whit kin' o' bunnet's that?" inquired her husband.
"Wait an' ye'll see," returned Lizzie, smiling as she undid the paper. "The man said it wis an Alpine hat, an' vera genteel. Macgreegor's needin' a new hat His glengarry's gettin' kin' o' shabby fur the Sawbath, sae he'll wear it every day an' ha'e this yin fur his guid yin. See? There's the hat, John. It 'll be a fine surprise fur Macgreegor.... Here, Macgreegor, come an' see yer new hat."
"It's a queer kin' o' hat fur a wean," remarked John. "It's liker a man's. ”

“ John was about to assure his son that he fully believed him, when he heard some one behind say:
"Jist luk at that, Mrs. Forgie! Is that no' an awfu' daft-like hat to pit on a laddie?"
"It is that, Mrs. Bawr. I wudna let a laddie o' mine's gang oot in a thing like that fur a' the gold o' Crusoes."
John's ears tingled, and he nearly bit the end off his pipe. "Macgreegor, I think we'll gang roon and see the drummer," he said.
"Naw, I want to see thon man blaw his trumpet," said Macgregor, who, fortunately, had not heard his critics.
"Some folk," observed Mrs. ”