"Dauvit," I gasped, "who--who is your cosmopolitan friend?"
"My what kind o' a friend?"
"Your world-travelled friend, Dauvit. Tell me who he is."
Dauvit laughed softly.
"That," he said, "was Joe Mill. He bides wi' his old mother in that
cottage at the foot o' the brae. To the best o' my knowledge he hasna
been further than Perth in his life."
"But!" I cried in amazement, "he has been everywhere!"
"He hasna," said Dauvit shortly, "but he works the cinema lantern at
the Farfar picter hoose."
* * * * *
I had a long talk to-night with Macdonald about self-government in
schools, and I told him of my plans for running a self-governing school
in Highgate. At the end of the discussion I had the biggest surprise
of my life. Mac smoked for a long time in silence, then he turned to
me suddenly.
"Look here, old chap, I'll have a shot at introducing self-government
to-morrow," he said with enthusiasm.