Dear Gordon

You are a captious, caviling, carping, crabbed, contentious, cantankerous chap. Hoot mon! an’ why shouldna I drap into Scotch gin I choose? An’ I with a Mac in my name.

Of course the John Grier will be delighted to welcome you on Thursday next, not only for the donkey, but for your sweet sunny presence as well. I was planning to write you a mile-long letter to make up for past deficiencies, but wha’s the use? I’ll be seeing you the morn’s morn, an’ unco gude will be the sight o’ you for sair een.

Dinna fash yoursel, Laddie, because o’my language. My forebears were from the Hielands.

McBRIDE.