noon
It may be you may forgather with your friend , Sir Mungo Malagrowther , for I purpose to ask his worship ; so , be sure and bide tryste , Davie . '' `` That will I -- I will be true as a chronometer , '' said Ramsay . `` I will not trust you , though , '' replied Heriot . -- `` Hear you , Jenkin boy , tell Scots Janet to tell pretty Mistress Margaret , my god-child , she must put her father in remembrance to put on his best doublet to-morrow , and to bring him to Lombard Street at noon . Tell her they are to meet a brave young Scots lord . '' Jenkin coughed that sort of dry short cough uttered by those who are either charged with errands which they do not like , or hear opinions to which they must not enter a dissent . `` Umph ! ''