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Chapter 25
Haveyemusic,asfolksay?Areyeabitofapiper?”
“IcanpipelikeaMacrimmon!”criesRobin.
“Andthatisaveryboldword,”quothAlan.
“Ihavemadebolderwordsgoodbeforenow,”returnedRobin,“andthatagainstbetteradversaries.”
“Itiseasytotrythat,”saysAlan.
DuncanDhumadehastetobringoutthepairofpipesthatwashisprincipalpossession,andtosetbeforehisguestsamutton-hamandabottleofthatdrinkwhichtheycallAtholebrose,andwhichismadeofoldwhiskey,strainedhoneyandsweetcream,slowlybeatentogetherintherightorderandproportion.Thetwoenemieswerestillontheverybreachofaquarrel;butdowntheysat,oneuponeachsideofthepeatfire,withamightyshowofpoliteness.Maclarenpressedthemtotastehismutton-hamand“thewife’sbrose,”remindingthemthewifewasoutofAtholeandhadanamefarandwideforherskillinthatconfection.ButRobinputasidethesehospitalitiesasbadforthebreath.
“Iwouldhaveyetoremark,sir,”saidAlan,“thatIhavenaebrokenbreadfornearupontenhours,whichwillbeworseforthebreaththananybroseinScotland.”
“Iwilltakenoadvantages,Mr.Stewart,”repliedRobin.“Eatanddrink;I’llfollowyou.”
EachateasmallportionofthehamanddrankaglassofthebrosetoMrs.Maclaren;andthenafteragreatnumberofcivilities,Robintookthepipesandplayedalittlespringinaveryrantingmanner.
