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But the sound of approaching steps and voices restored her equanimity, and a listening look gradually displaced the emotion on her countenance. The instant she saw them she tumbled off her perch, and before they had got the door opened was half way to it, crying, "Dooie! Dooie!" Another instant and she was lifted high in Dowie's arms. "My little mistress!" exclaimed he, kissing her.
"Hoo cam ye here?" "I'm safe eneuch here, Dooie; dinna be fleyt. I'll tell ye a' aboot it. Alec's in George Macwha's shop yonner." "And wha's Alec?" asked Dowie. Leaving them now to their private communications, I will relate, for the sake of its result, what passed between James Dow's companion and the smith.
She could not recall what she had seen, or how she had known it; but the conviction remained that she had seen his face, and that it was infinitely beautiful. "He has been wi' me a' the time, my God! He gied me my father, and sent Broonie to tak' care o' me, and Dooie, and Thomas Crann, and Mrs Forbes, and Alec. And he sent the cat whan I gaed till him aboot the rottans.
And in the harvest-field, at least, no harm could come of it; for Dooie, as she always called him, watched her like a mother; so that sometimes when she awoke, she would find a second stook of ten sheaves, with a high-uplifted crowning pair above, built at right angles to the first, to shelter her from the sun which had peered round the corner, and would soon have stared her awake.
"Ay," interposed Annie, addressing herself to Dowie, who still held her in his arms; "this is Alec, that I tell't ye aboot. He's richt guid to me. Alec, here's Dooie, 'at I like better nor onybody i' the warl'."
I kent Dooie as weel as Broonie." "Wha was Broonie?" "Ow! naebody but my ain coo." "An' Jeames was kin' to ye?" To this question no reply followed; but Peter, who stood looking at her, saw her lips and the muscles of her face quivering an answer, which if uttered at all, could come only in sobs and tears.
My bonnie dooie! Gude-nicht, my ain scentit geranum," says Jeems. I began to be akinda waumish, d'ye ken. The haivers o' the two spooney craturs juist garred me feel like's I'd taen a fizzy drink or something. You ken what I mean the kind o' a' ower kittlie feelin' that's like to garr you screech, ye dinna ken hoo. "Gude-nicht, Jeems," says Beek again. "I'll never luve onybody but you."
"Well, I must see what can be done. I'll go and consult Mr Gibb." James took his leave, dejected on his mistress's account, and on his own. As he went out, he met Annie. "Eh, Annie!" he said; "this is awfu'." "What's the matter, Dooie?" "He daurna!" exclaimed Annie. Eh! lassie, gin we hadna len' 't him yours!" "I'll gang till him direcly. But dinna tell the mistress. She wadna like it." "Na, na.
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