WEE MACGREEGOR IN NEW ZEALAND.

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, 27 August 1903, Page 3

WEE MACGREEGOR IN NEW ZEALAND.

» : Maw, can I bae some tea when I've dune ma parritch ? : Deed, no; tea's no guid for boys. Whit ever's it no guid 1 It'll gie ye a sair stammack. But paw has tea, an' he disna hae a sair stammack. Oh, but yer paw's a big man. Weel, but Wullie Blair get's tea, an' he never has a That's dae; baud yer tongue and dinna fash me. Aw, Leezie, whit wey can the bairn no hae a drap tea ? I've tell't him he's no gaun to get ony, an that's enugh. But see, the bairn's greetin 0 , he's that cast doom He maun learn tae dae whit he's tell't. Paw, I wad raither hae tea as taiblet." Wad ye, though ? I'll see Ye'll see naethin' aboot it, John. The last time he had tea it made him quite seeck. Aw, but it maun hae been bad tea. Oh, aye, ye'll aye tind an excuse for the bairn, Weel, but, Leezie ; y Maw, Mrs Blair's tea disna gee ye a sair stammack, Di'st no ? How d'ye ken ? Wullie Blair's maw gets guid tea, the verra guidest, an' he gets two cups every i nicht. A fine thing, i'deed I He canna get strong on tbat. But, mawr, he's stranger nor me He fechtet me last Seterdey, and bluidit ma nose. I'll gie it tae him! John, ye must look after that bairn. Whit'na tea des Mrs Blair get, Wee Macgreegor? It's rael guid. paw; it's Seelong, au' it'a * Cock o' the North,' an' two shullins for a hale jing-bang o't. Oh, aye, Mrs Blair hat- aye the best o* everything ; I'll try it. Paw, whit ever's it oa'd Cock o' the North? I suppose, because cocks fecht, and the Cock o the North's the best fechter. De's it mean it canna be licket, paw 1 It dis that, Wee M Greegor ; yer maw'U get some. Ye ken, Leezie, its awfu' hertsoinc I aye feu! Hie better o' a sup o't at Mrs Blair's. Weel, John, we'll get it. Be sure an' ask for Hondy Lanky, or ye'll be took in. Paw when ye get ony Lanky, wull «I get twa cups ? Deed, no; ane's plenty for ye. But if I get twa I wad get Strang, an' be able to bluid Willie Blair's neb. Toots, loots, bairn, baud yer tongue. Whit wey Atf till yer bed, laddie. Noo, John, dinna forget tae see that * Cock o' the North,' Hondy Lanky's on the package. Deed, I'll sue tae that,Leezie, And he sees. Kesult: Wee Macgreegor gels his twa cups, an' Wullie Blair's —-