's grandfather that
keeps the same store in Cornwall to this day, sold a plough to my
grandfather, and my grandfather said he would pay half the plough in
October, and the other half whateffer time he felt able to pay the
money. Yes, indeed, that was the very promise my grandfather gave.

"So he was at Tougal Stewart's store on the first of October early in
the morning pefore the shutters wass taken off, and he paid half chust
exactly to keep his word. Then the crop wass ferry pad next year, and
the year after that one of his horses wass killed py lightning, and
the next year his brother, that wass not rich and had a big family,
died, and do you think wass my grandfather to let the family be
disgraced without a good funeral? No, indeed. So my grandfather paid
for the funeral, and there was at it plenty of meat and drink for
eferypody, as wass the right Hielan' custom those days; and after the
funeral my grandfather did not feel chust exactly able to pay the
other half for the plough that year either.

"So, then, Tougal Stewart met my grandfather in Cornwall next day
after the funeral, and asked him if he had some money to spare.

"'Wass you in need of help, Mr. Stewart?' says my grandfather, kindly.
'For if it's in any want you are, Tougal,' says my grandfather, 'I
will sell the coat off my back, if there is no other way to lend you a
loan;' for that was always the way of my grandfather with all his
friends, and a bigger-hearted man there never wass in all Glengarry,
or in Stormont, or in Dundas, moreofer.

"'In want!' says Tougal--'in want, Mr. McTavish!' says he, very high.
'Would you wish to insult a gentleman, and him of the name of Stewart,
that's the name of princes of the world?' he said, so he did.

"Seeing Tougal had his temper up, my grandfather spoke softly, being a
quiet, peaceable man, and in wonder what he had said to offend Tougal.

"'Mr. Stewart,' says my grandfather, 'it wass not in my mind to anger
you whatefer. Only I thought, from your asking me if I had some money,
that you might be looking for a wee bit of a loan, as many a gentleman
has to do at times, and no shame to him at all,' said my grandfather.

"'A loan?' says Tougal, sneering. 'A loan, is it? Where's your memory,
Mr. McTavish? Are you not owing me half the price of the plough you've
had these three years?'

"'And wass you asking me for money for the other half of the plough?'
says my grandfather, very astonished.

"'Just that,'