Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-03-14
Wee MACE reegor's
Red "Toorie" -.
BY j. j. BELL
Copyright, 1906, by Joseph D. Bowles.)

run to the door, Macgreegor, an
See what it u.s." said Mrs. Robinson:
who was engaged in feeding wee. jean
ME with tit-bits from the Saturday din
ner-table.
Stufing half a potato into his mouth.
the boy slipped from his chair and
obeyed orders.
Its maybe Mrs. M'Ostrich," re-
marked Lizzie to her husband.
"What would she be wantin'?" in
quired John, who was leaning back in
his chair, looking perfectly satisfied
with life, and idly whiting a match
into a. toothpick.
II was expecting her to bring back
the things lent her yesterday"
what things?'
''Did | not tell ye? AWell, Mrs. MOS
trich was havin' company last night,
and she asked if I would lend her two
blue vases, an the mauve tidy with
the yellow parrots on it, an the china
milking, and few other things"
''Dod. she's not backward"
Jaw, poor woman, she hasn't much in
her house, an she's that fond O COM
pany."
Deed she might have asked us to her
party!" said John, laughing gc,od-na-
turedly.
You know we'll you wouldn't go to
her party il she asked you a thousand
times. But what's keepin' Macgpeegor
.. Macgreegor, what's keepi1:' YEP
1T was the postman, nav, an here's
lei ter for paw"
whats the letter about, John:''
What do We think. Lizzie?" asked her
husband srinning.
Il know what it u.s." put in Macgree-
gor, 'for peeked in. It's my likeness"
John! is t the photographer"
"Ay, is it,"
Jaw, John, quick!-let me see! My!
thought they was never comm. Mind
We don't spoil them, John, an don't lei
Macgreegor touch them till he's washed
his hands. . oh, wee JEANNE, ye're
going to see yer bonny likeness:-eh,
my dear. John, John, yer fingers Is all
thumbs! Can We not open it,"
we're in an awful hurry, Lizzie, said
John, teasingly, pretending to tumble
with the packet. *'N1aybe yell soon be
wishin' hadn't opened it."
"Ach, away with We! know the pic
lures is tirst-class. Come on, John.
None of yer palavers!"
So John opened the packet, which
contained six very highly polished cab
1nets, and, after a moments inspection,
burst into a great guffaw.
Man. ye're just big child" said his
wife, little impatiently. LET me see
one O. them"
There We are, woman. bod, it's real
comic"
~ want one, paw" said Macgregor,
"An' yell get one, my mamie. Here:
What do We think O. that?"
Macgregor studied the photograph for
half a minute, and then looked up at his
father with an expression of disAppotnt-
ment
why isn't the toorie on my hat red,
paw" he demanded.
John stopped smiling, and looked
uncomfortable.
eye said it would be red,'' said the
boy.
"Ay, I mind said would tell the
man to paint it red, butt clean
forgot. It's fine likeness, Thoughts
il not, Macgreegor?"
Il wanted my toorie to be red, an It's
black" said Macgregor, coldly
Pm real veXed forgot to tell the
man. Lizzie. did We hear what Mac
greegor was saying?"
"Eh?" said Lizzie, who had been de-
lightedly occupied in examining the de-
tails Of the family group and pointing
them out to wee JEANNE.
"MacgreegOr's not pleased at his
bonnet not havin' a red toorie," said
John. Eye see, forgot to tell the man
to paint it red
cts just as we'll, John, for it would
be foolish thing to have a red toorie
in a photograph"
*'But my bonnet's TORIES red, maw,"
said her son.
"Ay, dearie But red an blue an yell
low an other colors can't be taken in a
likeness"
"Why can they not?"
II cannot tell We that. An it wouldn t
be very nice to put paint on a photo
graph. . All! Ah!"-this to wee
Jeannie-"ye're not to put the bonny
picture in the gravy!"
Il don't think it's bonny picture, -
observed Macgregor, who was nursing
his chagrin. cts a nasty auld pictured"
Hold yer tongue, Macgreegor," said
his mother.
ITS an ugly auld picture! don't
like it wee bit! wouldn't
IS h-h-h! Ye're not to talk that silly
way. Yer Granpaw Purdie'll be we'll
pleased with twill he not, John?"
II hope he will, Lizzie. It's not bad
takin' it altogether, but
Il told Grandpaw Purdie it would
have a red toorie, an-an' it HASN'T
said Macgregor.
"Och. what's all this about a red
toorie?" said his mother, laughing.
But I'm real vexed about it," said
his father. gravely. II promised Mac
greegor the toorie would be painted
red, an
well, Macgreegor can't have it red
now, and that's just all there is about it. >
And told Willie Thomson it would
be red, and Willie Thomson told all the
other laddies," said the youngster, with
quaver in his voice.
"Ye shouldn't have told anybody ii
would be red till We was sure O. IT," re.
marked Lizzie.
But was sures anythin'. Paw said
If Wnu1S % rodis,