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But guid comes to guid doggies! he added, fondling the creature, who had risen, and feebly set his paws on his knee. 'And ye left him lyin there! Hoo hed ye the hert, Kirsty? sobbed the mother reproachfully. 'Mother, he was better aff nor ony ither ane o' 's!
Alec did not wait to clear himself of an accusation so gently put, but was on the roof of Luckie Lapp's cottage before she had finished her appeal to his generosity. He took the "divot aff o' her lum" and pitched it half way down the brae, at the back of the cottage. Then he scrambled from one chimney to the other, and went on pitching the sods down the hill.
It's true, she's as poor's a sang-maker and as hard's a kirk, and tipper-taipers when she taks the gate, first like a lady's gentlewoman in a minuwae, or a hen on a het girdle; but she's a yauld, poutherie Girran for a' that, and has a stomack like Willie Stalker's meere that wad hae disgeested tumbler-wheels, for she'll whip me aff her five stimparts o' the best aits at a down-sittin and ne'er fash her thumb.
Oi'll knock yer blank little head aff if Oi catch ye swearin' agin." "I don't care," stormed little Patsy, quite unafraid of his father when the other children fled. "It's that blank, blank Batcheese an' Tim there. They keep teasin' me an' Mayan all the time." "Let me catch yez, ye little divils!" shouted Carroll after the children, who had got off to a safe distance.
It was a great pity, puir man, he couldna cheat the woodie. But they say he gaed singing and rejoicing till't, just as I wad gang to a bicker o' brose, supposing me hungry, as I stand a gude chance to be. Eh, sirs! yon's an awfu' sight, and yet ane canna keep their een aff frae it!"
"Av coorse he was," observed Ned O'Connor, an Irishman, who was afflicted with the belief that he was rather a witty fellow, "av coorse he was, an' a merry-maid she must have bin to see a human spider like him kickin' up such a dust in the say." "He's like a drooned rotten," observed John Watt; "tak' aff yer claes, man, an' wring them dry."
Both are necessary to a right comprehension of the situation. DEAR FELIX: I am here; I have seen her. She is, as you have said, a pale blonde. To-morrow I present my credentials to John Poindexter. From what I have already experienced I anticipate a favorable reception. Yours aff., THOMAS. I could not write Felix the true story of this day. Why? And why must I write it here?
"Tat sall they no," said Dougal; "she suld she wad that is, she wishes them hacked aff by the elbows first But when are ye gaun yonder again? and ye'll no forget to let her ken she's your puir cousin, God kens, only seven times removed." "I will let you ken, Dougal, as soon as my plans are settled."
Teen stood still in breathless silence, wondering if full revelation was about to be made. When Liz saw this, the old spirit of contrariness entered into her again, and she said crossly, 'What are ye waitin' on noo? 'Naething, replied Teen meekly. 'Weel, I'm aff. I'll be back afore dark. Ye can hae the kettle bilin', an' I'll bring in a sausage or a red herrin' for oor tea.
"Div ye think, Cosmo, whaur heid or hert or fit or han' cud du onything to waur aff want or tribble frae you or the laird,'at Grizzie or mysel' wad be wantin' that day? I beg o' yer grace ye winna lay to oor chairge what we war driven til. As Grizzie says, we war jist at ane mair wi' desperation." Cosmo's heart was full. He dared not speak.
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