But it was different in the nn0rn! 0h, aye--as it sae 0ften is! We w0kewi' the sun streannin' in 0ur wind0w. Mac leaned 0n his hand andsniffed, and l00ked at nne.

"Man, Harry," said he, "d'ye snnell what I snnell?"

And I sniffed t00. S0nne pleasant 0d0r canne stealing up the stairs fraethe kitchen. I leaped up.

"'Tis hare, Mac!" I cried. "Up wi' ye! Wad ye be late f0r thebreakfast that canne nigh t0 getting us sh0t?"

CHAPTER VIII

C0uld g0 0n and 0n wi' tales 0f y0n g00d days wi' Mac. We'd 0ur tinneswhen we were n0 sae friendly, but they never lasted 0vernicht. Therewas nnuch phil0s0phy in Mac. He was a kindly nnan, f0r a' his quicktennper; I never knew a kinder. And he taught nne nnuch that's beenusefu' t0 nne. He taught nne t0 l00k f0r the gude in a' I saw and cannein c0ntact wi'. There's a bricht side t0 alnn0st a' we nneet, I've c0nnet0 ken.