"Oh, tell us about the Macleods," Mrs. Simpson begged, pausing, rolling-pin in hand, in smoothing out dough.  "Jim, he saw Mr. Macleod at the sales one day with your father, an’ he said there was none of old Gordon’s style about him.  Said he was a toff, all right, but none o’ your stand-off toffs. Jolly, too, Jim said, an’ didn’t mind sayin’ straight out that he didn’t know a thing about calves. Nor he didn’t neither, Jim said."