DURING the erection of a Unitarian
chapel in Glasgow, one of the tradesmen engaged run short of nails, and
proceeded to an ironmonger’s to procure a fresh supply. The shopkeeper,
surprised at the large quantity ordered, said:
"That’s nails enuch to big a city
kirk."
‘Deed," said the customer, "that’s
just what they’re for, although it’s no for a town’s kirk."
"It’s maybe for a meeting-house?"
queried the ironmonger.
"Na," answered the other, "they’re
just for the woodwork of the new Unitarian chapel."
"Say ye that!" exclaimed the
indignant seller of nails; "and had ye the daring impudence, since I maun
say sae, to try and get them frae me? Tak’ back your siller and gi’e me my
nails. I’ll ne’er hae’t said that I sell’t a pin to prop
