The word had evidently something to do with eating, for the three actors sat at a Barmecide feast and quaffed wine from empty goblets, and carved imaginary haunches of venison. So far as could be judged from the conversation, which was much obscured by the smothered laughter of the actors, they seemed to belong to Robin Hood's merry men. The third act took place on board ship--a ship flying the Jolly Roger--and it was obvious to the meanest intelligence that the word was pirate. "Very good," said Miss Teenie, clapping her hands; "but," addressing the Mhor, "don't you go lighting any more funeral pyres. Boys who do that have to go to jail." Mhor looked coldly at her, but made no remark, while Jean said hastily: "You must show everyone your wonderful present, Mhor. I think the hall would be the best place to put it up in." The second part of the programme was of a varied character. Jean led off with the old carol: "There comes a ship far sailing then, St. Michael was the steersman," and Mhor followed with a poem, "In Time of Pestilence," which had captivated his strange small boy's soul, and which he had learned for the occasion. Everyone felt it to be singularly inappropriate, and Miss Watson said it gave her quite a turn to hear the relish with which he knolled out: "Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's bitterness: Hell's executioner Hath no ears for to hear What vain art can reply! I am sick, I must die-- God have mercy on us." She regarded him with disapproving eyes as a thoroughly uncomfortable character. One of the guests sang a drawing-room ballad in which the words "dear heart" seemed to occur with astonishing frequency. Then the entertainment took a distinctly lower turn. David and Jock sang a song composed by themselves and set to a hymn tune, a somewhat ribald production. Mhor then volunteered the information that Mrs. M'Cosh could sing a song. Mrs. M'Cosh said, "Awa wi' ye, laddie," and "Sic havers," but after much urging owned that she knew a song which had been a favourite with her Andra. It was sung to the tune of "When the kye come hame," and was obviously a parody on that lyric, beginning: "Come a' ye Hieland pollismen That whustle through the street, An' A'll tell ye a' aboot a man That's got triple expansion feet. He's got braw, braw tartan whuskers That defy the shears and kaim: There's an awfu' row in Brigton When M'Kay comes hame." It went on to tell how: "John M'Kay works down in Singers's, He's a ceevil engineer, But his wife's no verra ceevil When she's had some ginger-beer. When he missed the last Kilbowie train And had to walk hame lame, There wis Home Rule wi' the poker When M'Kay cam hame." Mrs. M'Cosh sang four verses and stopped, in spite of the rapturous applause of a section of the audience.