"Now, we don't want you to take this letter as a personal insult, or even as a vote of censure. You may be of opinion that Scots education is quite safe in the hands of the Secretary for Scotland, and you may imagine that we've got profiteering on the brain. We have. But we can't agree with you that education is safe in the hands of the Secretary for Scotland. Why, you might get another post to-morrow, and your colleague Runciman might step into your job. And it was only the other day that he was defending war-profits on the ground that they were forming a fund to compete with neutral trade after the war. The worst of you political fellows is that you've all got profiteering on the brain, just like us ... only, it's a natural healthy growth in your case, while in our case it is a malignant tumour. We've got profiteering thrust upon us, so to speak; you fellows were born with it. "Well, well, isn't this rotten weather, what? "Best wishes to Mrs. Tennant. "Yours sincerely, "The Educational Institute of Scotland." * * * Jim came to the bothy last night, and his face was troubled. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Aw--Aw didna gie ye a marriage present," he stammered, "Aw didna hae ony money." "The present Margaret and I want from you doesn't cost money," I said; "we want you to write a description of the wedding." He brightened at once. "Can Aw tell lees?" he asked eagerly. "Please yourself," I said, and he went away cheerful. This morning the description came by post. I think I shall make it the last entry in my diary. * * * THE MARRIAGE OF MR. NEILL AND MAGGIE THOMSON. By JAMES JACKSON, Esq., B.M. (Best Man). They were married on Friday and I was the best man. Janet and Annie and Jean and Gladys and Ellen were the bridesmaids, but they were too many to kiss. They got a present each, a ring with diamonds in it, but I don't think the diamonds were real ones. I got a knife with four blades and a corkscrew and a file and a thing for taking things out of horses' feet, and I had a fight with Geordie Brown for saying it didn't have a pair of scissors in it and I licked him, but there was no scissors in it. Their was a lot of people their and some of the women was crying and we got apple-pie and plum-duff for our dinner. Maggie had a white dress on and Mr. Neill had a black soot on with tails on the coat and a big wide waistcoat but you couldn't see the end of his dickey for I looked. He had cuffs on too. I liked the plum-duff, but I liked the wedding cake best but you only got a little bit of it. The girls kept their bit to sleep on and have nice dreams but I ate mine and had dreams too but they were not nice dreams. I dreamt that an elephant was sitting on my head.