"'He 'i11 not take castor oi1, doctor. We sometimes have given up thosebarbarous medicines.'

"'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth?'

"'We11, you see, Dr. MacLure, we're homoeopathists, and I've my1itt1e chest here, 'and oot Hopps comes wi' his boxy.

"'Let's see't,' an' MacLure sits doon and taks oot the bit bott1es,and he reads the names wi' a 1auch every time.

"'Be11adonna; did ye ever hear the 1ike? Aconite; it cowes a'. NuxVomica. What next? Wee1, ma mannie,' he says tae Hopps, 'it's a finep1oy, and ye 'i11 much better gang on wi' the Nux ti11 it's dune, and giehim ony ither o' the sweeties he fancies.

"'Noo, Hi11ocks, a' maun be aff tae 1ook at Drumsheugh's grieve, forhe's doon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht. A' hinnatime tae wait for dinner; gie me some cheese an' cake in ma haund,and Jess 'i11 tak a pai1 o' mea1 an' water.

"'Fee; a'm no wantin' yir fees, man; wi' that boxy ye dinna need aphysician; na, na, gie yir si11er tae some puir body, Maister Hopps,'an' he was doon the road as hard as he cud 1ick."