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I think in his youth he must somehow have guessed the future and been fleggit by it, flichtered from the nest like a bird, and so our eggs were left, cold. He has clung to me, less from mischief than for companionship; I half like him and his penny whistle; with all his faults he is as Scotch as peat; he whispered to me just now that you elected him, not me, as your Rector.
I was sittin' on Friday nicht, readin' awa' at some bits o' the Herald I didna get at on Fursday, when the shop door gaed clash back to the wa', an' in hammered fower or five bits o' loons a' at the heels o' ane anither. When they saw me, they stood stock still, dichtin' their noses wi' their jeckit sleeves, an' glowerin' like as mony fleggit sheep.
Sae wad ye hae been yersel', gien ye had sitten up a' nicht." "Wha did it, than?" "Ow, jist yersel', I'm thinkin', auntie." "Never a finger o' mine was laid till't, Fergus. Gien ye fleggit ae broonie, anither cam; for there's the wark done, the same's ever." "Damn the cratur!" cried Fergus. "Whisht, whisht, laddie! he's maybe hearin' ye this meenute.
"Sleepin' i' the hoose o' God!" cried Bildy. "Yon's nae the place to sleep in! I waggit my fist, an' I sair fleggit him!" Bildy evidently congratulated himself on having so successfully "sore frighted" the delinquent that he would never dare to behave so badly again. Bildy's respect for Val never waned.
Then in came the brownie again; and when Jean Mavor entered, there was her work done as usual. Fergus was hours late for breakfast, and when he went into the common room, found his aunt alone there. "Weel, auntie." he said, "I think I fleggit yer broonie!" "Did ye that, man? Ay! An' syne ye set tee, an' did the wark yersel to save yer auntie Jean's auld banes?" "Na, na! I was o'er tiret for that.
Juist as I was gaen awa' to screw doon the gas, it gae twa or three lowps, an' oot it gaed; an' afore I kent whaur I was, there was a reeshilin' an' rummelin' on the ruif that wudda nearhand fleggit the very fowk i' the kirkyaird. I floo to my bed, an' in aneth the claes, an' lay for a meenit or so expectin' the cuples wud be doon on the tap o's, an' bruze baith o's to pooder.
The rattlin' o' the scales at the back o' the cairt fleggit him, an' aff he set at full tear, the lang skranky legs o' him wallopin' about like torn cloots atween him an' the grund. A gude curn wives were oot waitin' their tatties, an' they roared to Sandy to stop; but Sandy cudna.
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