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On the other hand, Christina was undoubtedly a 'clinker' in her way, and Willie could do with more hospitality like hers. Well, there was no saying what might happen if she were free and Macgregor attached to another girl. . . . 'What are ye gaun to dae the nicht, Macgreegor? he repeated, rousing himself as well as his friend. 'Dear knows, came the dreary answer.
We are in a bigger hole noo than ever we hae been in a' oor lives, an' mind that. I've made up my mind what I am gaun tae dae. Sae listen. I'm gaun straucht awa' ower to Rundell's the morn, at the time when Mr. Rundell gangs hame frae the office for his breakfast, an' I'll tell him everything aboot the contracts.
'Ay, Willie sighed, and lowering his voice, said: 'What'll ye dae if they laugh at ye? 'They'll no laugh, Macgregor replied, some indignation in his assurance. 'H'm! . . . Maybe she'll laugh at ye. 'Nae fears! But the confident tone was overdone. Macgregor, after all, was not quite sure about Christina. She laughed at so many things.
'Then why not get a body that can dae it? retorted Archie; 'not but what ye canna figure yersel', mem, but really ye need a rest, and if I hear of onyone in toun wha we can trust I'll bring him here next week. 'I don't see why you shouldn't, said Madame, musingly; 'the mine is fairly under way now, and if things go on as they are doing, I must have someone to assist me.
'Wad she gie me a thoosand, d'ye think, if I were to speir? asked Liz; and Teen looked vexed at these idle words. She did not like the sarcastic, flippant mood, and she regarded Liz with strong disapproval and vague uneasiness in her glance. 'I dinna like the way ye speak, Liz, she said quietly. 'But, I say, if ye were in Glesca the noo, what wad ye dae? 'Dae?
"They 'ill dae their best, every man o' them, ye may depend on that, an' hed it been open weather there wudna hev been six able-bodied men missin'. "A' wes mad at them, because they never said onything when he wes leevin', but they felt for a' that what he hed dune, an', a' think, he kent it afore he deed.
'I dinna ask for leave jist for to gang to a rotten pairty. 'Ay, ye've mair to dae wi' yer leave, his father was beginning, with a wink, when his mother, with something of her old asperity, said: 'Macgreegor, that's no the way to speak o' pairties that folk gi'e in yer honour.
He was a beadle in the U.F. Kirk at Kirkcaple, a dacent man wi' a wife and dochter, an' by some queer chance they came into a heap o' siller, an' a hoose a mansion hoose, ye ken. They never did mair guid, puir bodies. The hoose was that big that the only kinda cosy place they could see to sit in was the butler's pantry, an' they took to drink, fair for want o' anything else to dae.
"Ay, to be sure, I begin to mind something aboot some story ye was wanting." Peter's eyes twinkled. "Of course you remember. Now please begin, and don't let's waste any more time." "Gin I dae that I canna saw wood," objected Peter. "Nobody wants you to saw wood; you can do that afterwards." "Weel, weel, I suppose ye maun hae yer way."
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