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A WINDOW IN THRUMS
“There’s no nane o’ ye lauchin’,” he said, “but I
can assure ye the Earl’s son gaed east the toon
lauchin’ like onything.”
“ But what was’t he lauched at ? ”
“Ou,” said Tammas, “a humorist doesna tell
whaur the humour comes in.”
“ No, but when you said that, did ye mean it to be
humorous?”
“ Am no sayin’ I did, but as I’ve been tellin’ ye,
humour spouts oot by itsel.”
“ Ay, but do ye ken noo what the Earl’s son gaed
awa lauchin’ at ? ”
Tammas hesitated.
“ I dinna exactly see’t,” he confessed ; “ but that’s
no an oncommon thing. A humorist would often no
ken ’at he was ane if it wasna by the wy he maks
other fowk lauch. A body canna be expeckit baith
to mak the joke an’ to see’t. Na, that would be doin’
twa fowks’ wark.”
“Weel, that’s reasonable enough; but I’ve often
seen ye lauchin’,” said Hendry, “lang afore other
fowk lauched.”
‘Nae doubt,” Tammas explained, “an’ that’s