Yes—and What.

Clutha Leader, Volume XXXII, Issue 1990, 23 February 1906, Page 6

Yes— and What.

"Wlmt ivru you grinning at, Sandy? iheies surely something 1 very funnv in the paper to-nighl." "h> aye, Marget, its the Preein.ii an' time weans ! He fair kittles me !" \\liais it about? What children? Oli, iiivd, it s jist the lnile concern. ■ but lie's a maist paternal budy." "ies—and what?" Wee], lirst he started oi' the redueed birth-rate—thai fell sore on him ; but i couldna sympathise rnuckle wi' him. Na !" "Not h i' y ; with your ten children. Yes—and what ?" Next thing he got a sanitorum doon George street for doctorin at trade prices, ye ken—a .Maternity llomo he ca d it. Jniphni, wliaur the wee weans uad lie weei ta en eare o' by professionai leddies that were paid to ken the diiierence o' ssvcot milk frae soor dook !'' on re getting pretty sarcastic, Sandy." '•Jist so. Wis you no there, Marget, when it wis opened? I'm tell't it wis a gra in sicht. Whit previlliges some 1 eddies hae. But J believe it's daein' 'inc. An the rate's gaun up splendid !" "Sandy, I don't think you need trouble about it. .It s only an experiment." •Jist so, jist so ! I ken that, but I'm like the Preemir—l must consider the future. So now he's gotten on to keepni' the race pure. He doesna' hand wi' time marriages o' different nations, like English an' Japanese, or " "English and Scotch ! My word, Sandy, it's a pity 1 didn't think of this sooner. I might have had a big, splendid Englishman for a husband, I,lxl ("fid of a lanky, long-nosed, stubborn Scotchman !" "Deed, mieht ye, Marget; but T dinna ken o < ny 'netter man ye mieht hae gotten. \ou see, you needed a sweetheart easy pleased—yes " "\es—and what?" "Am 1. no easy pleased ?" on Why, you re a fair terror — 'thrawn,' as you say yourself. Come away for your tea."

".Marget, there's a few things I'm pleased aboot. First, that 1 got you ■■-English an' a' though you arc; 1 here's nae Scotch woman can heat you. Next, I'm pleased wi' the smell (>' that tea. Ma word ! isn't it dcloecious ! It's perfume is like the Garden o' Eden. That's real Cock o' the North tea—J can tell its scent. Margct, d'ye think that mebbe-Adam bein' Scotch—Eve micht hae been English 7 The birth-rate didna' trouble them in thac days. Ma conscience !'- "Tuts, tuts ! Sandy, be quiet. I think this Cock o' the North Tea gets oettcr every box we get; more fragrant richer, and sweeter. Oh, it is ovely tea." "•list like yoursel', Marget Yo'vc got better every year o' a' the thirty —sweeter, lovlier " "Yes—and what ?"