The night of the Bowling Club Supper had come
and gone and the cronies were comparing notes about the success or
otherwise of their journeys home from the feast.
"An hou did ye get on, Andra?"
"O anerlie middlin" replied Andra. "The
guidwife wadna hae kent A wis out ava gin a great muckle Bobbie hadnae
stampit on ma haun."