Sentence The Sixteenth
Just then, a wandering minstrel came sauntering along the path, picking out notes on a mandolin; the three ladies turned to look and each gave an involuntary gasp, for they all instantly recognised the scop for, despite her parti-coloured costume this was Ginger Goldfish, Leader of the Nationalist Party, Roxy's cousin and niece of both Daphne and Maude; she stopped playing and cried out “Hoots Mon” - standard greeting among her confrères - “wit're youse three daen here; ah didnae think ye's were really three Fishwives, sae far frae Newhaven Harbour, whit's afoot, sumpn fishy nae doot,” and plonked herself down between Daphne and Roxy, “can ah jine in?” which request met with immediate acclaim for, despite her effrontery there was a close bond which ran through the many-stranded Dumbiedykes/Lyttleton/Davidova/Goldfish families and their various branches; and it was no surprise in this diurnal company – it was still only a quarter to one in the afternoon, the sun shone down and the Castle Gun had yet to Boom above them - and it was easy for the younger members to cozen their way into the activities of their aunts and uncles, for all shared a common belief in Scotland and The Scots (even when they expressed this through many political shades and their individual interests in different epochs) so it was no great surprise to Daphne, Maude and Roxy when another figure suddenly appeared from the bushes behind their Bench: Leigh Waters, looking every bit the Ethical Gardener - for her environmental party was one in which its members lived and
breathed their commitment to an ecological lifestyle all the way to their pre-owned gardening boots and recycled backpacks - climbed over the back of the Bench and squeezed herself between Roxy and Maude, gave a breezy chuckle and in a conspiratorial voice asked “what's the game?”
Just then, a wandering minstrel came sauntering along the path, picking out notes on a mandolin; the three ladies turned to look and each gave an involuntary gasp, for they all instantly recognised the scop for, despite her parti-coloured costume this was Ginger Goldfish, Leader of the Nationalist Party, Roxy's cousin and niece of both Daphne and Maude; she stopped playing and cried out “Hoots Mon” - standard greeting among her confrères - “wit're youse three daen here; ah didnae think ye's were really three Fishwives, sae far frae Newhaven Harbour, whit's afoot, sumpn fishy nae doot,” and plonked herself down between Daphne and Roxy, “can ah jine in?” which request met with immediate acclaim for, despite her effrontery there was a close bond which ran through the many-stranded Dumbiedykes/Lyttleton/Davidova/Goldfish families and their various branches; and it was no surprise in this diurnal company – it was still only a quarter to one in the afternoon, the sun shone down and the Castle Gun had yet to Boom above them - and it was easy for the younger members to cozen their way into the activities of their aunts and uncles, for all shared a common belief in Scotland and The Scots (even when they expressed this through many political shades and their individual interests in different epochs) so it was no great surprise to Daphne, Maude and Roxy when another figure suddenly appeared from the bushes behind their Bench: Leigh Waters, looking every bit the Ethical Gardener - for her environmental party was one in which its members lived and
breathed their commitment to an ecological lifestyle all the way to their pre-owned gardening boots and recycled backpacks - climbed over the back of the Bench and squeezed herself between Roxy and Maude, gave a breezy chuckle and in a conspiratorial voice asked “what's the game?”
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