owt! And it isna'."
"I don't think Maud will race me all over the town with a besom," Harold remarked reflectively.
"There's worse things nor that," said Dan. "Look thee here. Get oot o' th' house for a hour; go to th' Conservative Club, and then come back. Dost understand?"
"Hook it, lad!" said Dan curtly.
And just as Harold was leaving the room, like a schoolboy, he called him in again.
"I havena' told thee, Harold, as I'm subject to attacks. I'm getting up in years. I go off, like. It isna' fits; but I go off. And if it should happen while I'm here, dunna' be alarmed."
"What are we to do?"
"Do nothing . I come round in a minute or two. Whatever ye do, dunna give me brandy. It might kill me--so th' doctor says. I'm only telling thee, in case."
"Well, I hope you won't have an attack," said Harold.
"It's a hundred to one I dunna'," said Dan. And Harold departed.
Soon afterward Uncle Dan wandered into a kitchen ful
A short story with a twist or two of good advice for the recently married; or for those that are about to take the matrimonial plunge.