How many go forth in the morning,
Who never come back at night!
And hearts are broken for harsh words spoken,
Which time may never set right,
what a different atmosphere might permeate the domicile on “first days,”
to say nothing of the rest of the time!
The real fact of the matter is, men and brothers, we do not accurately
appreciate the objections which the domestic partners may entertain
against our occasional outings. For my part I verily believe they are
largely, if not entirely, prompted by the feeling that
There's nae luck aboot the hoose,
There's nae luck at a'!
There's nae luck about the hoose,
Since oor guid mon's avva'.
And here we go on thinking it is purely a matter of petty petulance and
small selfishness on their part! Come, gentlemen, let us once and for
all rightly appreciate the situation and resolve to do better in the
future! But let us return to our sheep. My hand is on the door knob,
when, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, is heard the tread of tiny feet. It is Ted,
my little two year old, coming to say good-bye to papa. I take him up
and sing gaily:
Bye, baby bunting,
Papa goes a-hunting,