WEE MACGREEGOR IN NEW ZEALAND.

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 382, 3 September 1903, Page 3

WEE MACGREEGOR IN NEW ZEALAND.

Maw, can I hae some tea when I've dune ma parritch ? Deed, no; tea's no guid for boys. Whit ever'a it no guid 2 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; haud yer tongue and dinna fash me, ■ Aw, Leezie, whit wey can the bairn no hae a drap tea 1 I've tell't him he's no gaun to get ony, an that's enugh. But see, the bairn's greetin', he's that cast doon. He maun learn tae dae whit he's tell't. Paw, I wad raither hae tea as taiblet." Wad yc though 1 I'll see Ye'll see naethin' afcoot 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 Maw, Mrs Blair's tea disna gee ye a sair stammack. Di'st no 1 How d'ye ken 1 Wullie Blair's maw gets guid tea, the verra guidest, an' he gets two cups every nicht. A fine thing, i'deed ! He canna get Strang on that. 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 got, Wee Macgreegor ? • It's rael guid, paw; it's Seelong, an' it's ' Cock o' the North,' an' two shullins for a hale jing-bang o't. Oh, aye, Mrs Blair has aye the best o' everything ; I'll try it. Paw, whit ever's it ca'd Cock o' the 'North? I suppose, because cocks fecht, and the Cock o' the North's the best fechler. De's it mean it canna be licket, paw ? It dis that, Wee MUrcegor; yer raaw'll get some. Ye ken, Leezie, its awfu' hertsoiue I aye feel the better o' a sup o'f. at Mrs Bluir's. Weel, John, we'll get it. 15e sure an' ask for Hondy Lanky, or ye'll be took in. Paw when ye get ony Lanky, wull I get twa cups 1 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, toots, bairn, haud yer tongue. Whit wey All' till yer bed, laddie. Noo, John, dinna forget tae see that ' Cock o' the North,' Hondy Lanky's on the package. Deed, I'll see tae that, Leezie. And he sees. Result: Wee MacgreegOT gets his twa cups, an' Wullie Blair's