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And hearken, David, but latna baith lugs hear 't, for dreid the tane come ower't again to the tither I'm doobtin the drink's gettin a sair grup o' her! ''Deed I wudna be nane surprised! returned David. 'Whatever micht want in at her door, there's naething inside to baud it oot. It canna be 'at witchcraft's clean dune awa wi'! 'Bonny, Dawvid! Ca'd ye the mistress bonny?
"She has been wandering a little, I think," said Mrs James. "Wandering?" repeated Mr Fleming drearily. Grannie opened her eyes, and looked first at one and then at the other. "No, my dear, it wasna that I was wandering. I was dreaming, I think a strange grand dream of a far country. And Dawvid I saw our Katie there, and her little bairn and I saw our Hughie, and James, and many another.
And, Dawvid, we mustna be hard on the laddie, but just let him have his fancies about things, and let him carry them out when they are harmless, and when they dinna cost ower muckle money," added grannie, with prudent afterthought, for some of Davie's fancies would have cost money if he had been allowed "to go the full length of his tether." "And after all is said, there is sense in his fancies.
In a little she woke and spoke: "Are you no' coming to your bed, Dawvid? It is time surely." Her clasp of his hand loosened as Katie offered the milk to her lips. The old man rose, but he had been sitting in an uneasy posture, and tottered as he moved to the door. "Grandfather," said Davie, "lie down on the other side. It will be better for you and grannie too. Come grandfather.
But ye ken, Thomas," he continued, defending himself from what he supposed Thomas was thinking, "King Dawvid himsel' killed the giant." "Ow! ay; a' richt. I'm no referrin' to that. Maybe ye did verra richt.
Nae chick can find a grain o' corn, but oot he rins cackling wi' the shell on his head, to tell it to a' the warld, as if there was never barley grown on the face o' the earth before. I wonder whether Isaiah began to write before his beard was grown, or Dawvid either?
Then first the extent of his wealth seemed to strike his old mother. "Eh! ye'll be the laird, wull ye, than? Eh, sirs! To think o' this hoose an' a' bein' wee Gibbie's! Weel, it dings a'. The w'ys o' the Lord are to be thoucht upon! He made Dawvid a king, an' Gibbie he's made the laird! Blest be his name."
Weel, he'll come oot o' their cluiks, maybe no that nmckle the waur efter a', as mony a man frae King Dawvid doonwith afore him." "Noo, wumman!" said Andrew, in a tone of authority blended with rising indignation; "ye're slidin' aff o' yer ain stule, and ye'll be upo' the grun' afore ye win on to mine.
Are you there, Dawvid? You ken I couldna go and stand before the Lord and tell Him that you hadna forgiven your enemy." "She is wandering," whispered Katie's mother. "No; I'm no wandering, but whiles I feel as if I were slipping awa' and you'll give me your hand, Dawvid, and that will keep me back. Ay. That will do," and her eyes closed again. Katie followed her mother from the room.
Sholto told him in the fewest words. "The Yerl and Dawvid in the power o' their hoose's enemies. Blessed Saint Anthony, and here was I flighterin' and ragin' aboot my naethings. Here, lads, blaw the horn and cry the slogan. Fetch the horses frae the stall and stand ready in your war gear within ten minutes by the knock. Aye, faith, will we raise Douglasdale!
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