My bus duly came along and at the next stop some pupils from a local school pushed on. It was then I was delighted to hear one of their number taking a principled stand and admonishing a friend: “Ye cannae say that tae a lassie. Ye cannae say that…” Scotland can still cherish hope for the future, as neither our sense of decency nor the guid Scots tongue are yet moribund. ISABEL NORVAL Ryehill Grove Edinburgh