He nodded politely. "Ay--of course, sairtainly; but--er--er--don't
ye find it grows a wee monotonous in time?"
"Never," I retorted stoutly. "Not in the least. No more than you
find the Lament or Dirge of Sandy Macpherson or Hamish MacNish
monotonous."
He cocked his ears suddenly and stared at me. Then his chubby face
split slowly from ear to ear in the widest grin I ever saw, and up
went both his hands.
"Kamerad!" said he.