silence and chauffeur ceremony here upon
the Pinnacle's height, with only two young
girls to marshal instead of the mechanism
of lever and brake--although the former,
as he had found to his cost might prove
the worse handful of the two--was alternately
whistling, with lips drily pursed,
and crooning in the burr-like accents which
adhered like a thistle to his tongue, his
version of a very old song:

Young lassie! Daft lassie,%
I tell ye the noo,
I'm keepin' some fagots,%
An' a stick, too, for you!

Singing whack fol de ri do!
De ri do!

A lassie, a dog,%
And an auld rowan tree,
The mair that you thwacks 'em,%
The better they be!"

'Thwacks'em!' Pshaw! he's flinging
that in my direction--having a fling
at me--for sitting in the Devil's Chair,"
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