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"Gien ye cud gie me a day's wark, or maybe twa, " began Cosmo, thinking how much rather he would fall in with Lady Joan about the garden than go up to the house. "I weel thoucht there sud be mair intil't nor appeart! Ye wad fain hae the auld man's shune, an' mak sur o' them afore he kickit them frae him! Ay! It's jist like the likes o' ye! Mine's a place the like o' you's keen set efter!
He gaed forrit efter a while an' pettin' his thooms on Sandy's heid, he says, in a coalman's kind o' a voice, "Sleep, sleep." "He's awa' wi't," says Bandy, turnin' roond to the rest o' them. They were sittin' wi' their moos wide open, an' a great deal mair mismirized than Sandy, I thocht.
That wad be jist yallow faced Willie ower again!* Na, na; things gang anither gait up there. My gran'father's a rale guid man, for a' 'at he has a wye o' luikin' at things 'at's mair efter the law nor the gospel."
Gif ony o' them be sick, the rest luiks efter them till they're better; and gin ony o' them happens to gang the wrang gait, there's aye three or four o' them aboot him, till they get him set richt again.
"Mistress Kelpie here 's e'en ower ready to confess her fauts, an' that by giein' a taste o' them; she winna bide to be speired; but for haudin' aff o' them efter the bargain's made ye ken she's no even responsible for the bargain. An' gien ye expec' me to haud my tongue aboot them faith, Maister Crathie, I wad as sune think o' sellin' a rotten boat to Blue Peter.
"But hoo can ye tak it a', or even ony fair share o' 't, gien up there ye stan' and confess? Ye maun hae some care o' the lass that is, gien efter and a' ye're gaein to mak o' her yer wife, as ye profess. And what are ye gaein to turn yer han' til neist, seem ye hae a'ready laid it til the pleuch and turnt back?" "To the pleuch again, mother the rael pleuch this time!
Cosmo, the han' o' man's been that heavy upo' me 'at coo efter coo's gane frae me, an' the last o' them, bonny Yally, left only thestreen. Ye'll hae to drink cauld watter, my bairn!" Again the old man's heart overcame him; his head sank, and he murmured, "Lord, I haena a drap o' milk to gie my bairn me 'at wad gie 'im my hert's bluid!
He too had been drinking. 'Kick that toad into the street, or, by heaven! it's the last drop any of you drink in this house! he cried. Lord Sandy left the room without another word. His factor took his hat and followed him. The rest dropped into their seats in silence. Mr. Lammie was the first to speak. 'There's a pliskie! he said. 'I cud jist say the word efter auld Simeon, said MacGregor.
They said it was ane o' the coachmen that was efter Mysie that sawed the lid half throo; an' when Dossie climbed up to hae his crack wi' Mysie at the winda, in he gaed up to the lugs. The story was that Mysie fair lost her chance wi' him, wi' burstin' oot lauchin' when he climbed oot o' the barrel soakin'-dreepin' throo an' throo.
But maybe it was the lauchin' o' the twa lads, for they thocht it unco fun. He didna live lang efter that. But it wasna that 'at killed him, ye ken. 'But hoo cam he to play the pipes? 'He likit the pipes. And yer grandfather, he tuik to the fiddle. 'But what for did they ca' him the blin' piper o' Portcloddie?
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