'
Geordie's speech was characteristic. After a brief reference to the
'mysteerious ways o' Providence,' which he acknowledged he might
sometimes fail to understand, he went on to express his unqualified
approval of the new saloon.
'It's a cosy place, an' there's nae sulphur aboot. Besides a' that,' he
went on enthusiastically, 'it'll be a terrible savin'. I've juist been
coontin'.'
'You bet!' ejaculated a voice with great emphasis.
'I've juist been coontin',' went on Geordie, ignoring the remark and the
laugh which followed, 'an' it's an awfu'-like money ye pit ower wi' the
whusky. Ye see ye canna dae wi' ane bit glass; ye maun hae twa or three
at the verra least, for it's no verra forrit ye get wi' ane glass. But
wi' yon coffee ye juist get a saxpence-worth an' ye want nae mair.'
There was another shout of laughter, which puzzled Geordie much.
'I dinna see the jowk, but I've slippit ower in whusky mair nor a hunner
dollars.'
Then he paused, looking hard before him, and twisting his face into
extraordinary shapes till the men looked at him in wonder.
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