Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: when a jest occurred to her. " Speakin' with the use of haitches an' the globes taught 'ere by the fust class Scotch school- marm, sixpence a' hour, no extries for spankin'. Ho! I say, you should go on the slangs, you should—the champion female snuffer as never dropped a haitch. You'd look lovely in them dried corkscrews, a kissin' of yer 'and, an' kickin' up yer 'eels in short flounces an' tartan tights." Florrie laughed loud at the image her own words called up, and before Mrs. Macalister could reply delivered the message which was the cause of her visit. " Mrs. Tiplady's compliments to Mr. and Miss Salerne and Mr. Inglis, an' will they lunch with her at twelve ? " Mrs. Macalister took no notice of the invitation. " Tartan tights," she muttered; " tartan tights." Then suddenly stretching out her hand with the quivering forefinger extended, she shook it at Florrie, and discharged a volley of Scotch in a frenzied tone, eyes glowering, body shaking, herwhole being bent on the perdition of her opponent. "Ye randy," she cried. "When that ill-scrapit tongue o' yours is danglin' oot o' the cracklin' o' yer rizzert mou' like a coalie dug's, an' you an" Mrs. Tippleleddy's sittin' on yer hunkers, groanin' for a drap watter, an' auld Niekie Ben pullin' awa' at the brirastane-tap, wi' nae ' mild or bitter' aboot it, but jist ' here, doon wi't,' pint efter pint, scaudin' het, it'll come intae yer mind when ye're se'rt wi' a spaecial drap that rives yer boesum an' gars yer 'een reel like a sicht o' green cheese, ' This is for lauchin' at a d accent Scotch bodie that only keepit a tabaccy-shop an' me a barmaid !' Tartan tichts! Ye'll hae tartan tichts wi' a vengeance, when ye're skelpt an' scored frae tap tae tae wi' the de'il's cat-o-nine tails. It'll be casten up tae ye, that it ...