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Foreseein' 's no forefen'in'. Ye ken yersel' at mony 's the time the seer has broucht the thing on by tryin' to haud it aff." "It will be true, my son. Put it would aalways haf come." "Nae doubt. Sae ye jist come in wi' me, daddy, an' sit doon by the ha' fire, an' I'll come to ye as sune's I've been to see 'at the maister disna want me.
"An' what wad ye ca' the best use, father?" "Whatever maks o' a man a neebour. A true life efter God's notion is the sairest bash to Sawtan. To gie yer siller to ither fowk to spread is to jink the wark laid oot for ye. I' the meantime hadna ye better beery yer deid again? They maun lie i' the dark, like human sowls, till they're broucht to du the deeds o' licht."
"No, mother; there's no fear o' that, as lang's the laird or Miss Lexy's to the fore. They tret me I winna say like ane o' themsel's, but as if they would hae likit me for ane o' themsel's, gien it had pleased the Lord to sen' me their way instead o' yours. They're that guid to me ye canna think!" "Then what's broucht ye the day?" "I beggit for a play-day. I wantit to see An'rew." "Eh, lass!
If she tid put know ta paad blood was pe in you, she wouldn't pe tone you ta wrong as pring you up." "That's a wrang no ill to forgi'e, daddy. But it's a pity ye didna lat me lie, for maybe syne Mistress Catanach wad hae broucht me up hersel', an' I micht hae come to something." "Weel, ye see what ye hae saved me frae."
Wad ye tak a feow shillin's frae an auld frien'? he added with hesitation, putting his hand in his pocket. 'Na no a baubee, she answered. 'Nobody sall say it was for mysel' I broucht ye here. Come efter me, an' min' whaur ye pit doon yer feet. It's no sicker. She led him to the door. He bade her good-night. 'Tak care ye dinna fa' gaein' doon the stair. It's maist as steep 's a wa'.
"I broucht a picnic wi' me." "Did ye, noo? An' hoo did ye ken aboot picnics, laddie?" "Maister Traill was tellin' Ailie an' me. There's ilka thing to mak' a picnic i' the kirkyaird. They couldna mak' my legs gude i' the infairmary, but I'm gangin' to Heriot's. I'll juist hae to airn ma leevin' wi' ma heid, an' no' remember aboot ma legs, ava. Is he no' a bonny doggie?" "Ay, he's bonny.
"Gien she tries to come up, I'll hae to caw her doon," he said to himself, "an' I dinna like it, for she 's a wuman efter a', though a deevilich kin' o' a ane; but there's my leddy! I hae broucht her intill 't, an' I maun see her safe oot o' 't!" But if Mrs.
It jist drives me horn daft to think 'at ever he got the breast o' me. But I s' hae a grip o' 'im yet, or my name 's no what they ca' me." "It 's the w'y o' the warl', Mistress Findlay. What cud ye expec' o' ane born in sin an' broucht furth in ineequity?" a stock phrase of Mrs Catanach's, glancing at her profession, and embracing nearly the whole of her belief. "It 's a true word.
"Now, what's broucht ye to this, Gilnockie?" the Earl inquired. "Oh, nocht but having twa bit tethers in my hand, my lord," said Willie. But: "Weel, I wadna say but there micht mebbes hae been twa cowt at the tae end o' the tethers," he admitted, on being pressed by the Earl.
Robertson," said Peter, "broucht the lass to oor hoose, never mentionin Jamie, for he didna ken they war onything til ane anither; and for her, she never said ae word aboot him to Mirran or me." The soutar went to the door, and called Isy. She came, and stood humbly before her old master. "Weel, Isy," said the farmer kindly, "ye gied 's a clever slip yon morning and a gey fricht forbye!
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