"Nah, nah, mon, yer wrang therr," said McFadden amiably enough, "ye canna say it's a mickle as if it wis somethin o consequence, ye mind the auld sayin, mony a mickle maks a muckle? a muckle noo, thon's a matter o consequence!" and MacPhee sooked the stem of his pipe furiously: "ur ye sayin that a MacPhee dusnae unnerstaun his ain Scots tongue? am urny a cornpone ah'll hae ye tae unnerstaun, ah went tae Anderson High Schule in Lerwick!" as though that settled the matter; but to McFadden it was just the beginning: "aye, aye, the usual tergiversation o a Shetlander - hauf o them's Norsemen, an tither lot's as Irish as auld Johnny Lennon, mind him? he wis a bonnie sailor, a Cap'n in the Royal Navy durin the American War, an he cried fae Downpatrick in the County Down; noo Ah wis born on Coll, an we went tae Oban High Schule, whaur Maister McCluggan taught us Gaelic, Scots an English, an a Muckle is def-in-ate-ly mair as a Mickle, an ye kin pit thon in yer pipe an smoke it!" at which Bernie Cohen gave up and went outside to have a quiet word with Campbeltown Loch.