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"Ay, but ye see, oot here amo' the gentry it's no freely sae ill, an' the ro'ds are no a' stane; an' here, ye see, 's the place whaur they come, leddies an' a', to ha'e their rides thegither. What I'm fleyt for is 'at she'll be brackin' legs wi' her deevilich kickin'."
"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.
It micht be amo' the grenite muntains o' Aigypt, though they takna freely sic fine blocks oot o' this ane as they tuik oot o' that at Syene. Ye wadna be fleyt to come an' see what the meen maks o' 't, wad ye, mem?" "No, Donal. I would not be frightened to go anywhere with you. But " "Eh, mem! it maks me richt prood to hear ye say that. Come awa' than."
"Why don't you come on?" said his lordship. "I 'm gaein' back noo 'at ye 're safe," said Malcolm. "Going back! What for?" asked the marquis. "I maun see what thae villains are up till," answered Malcolm. "Not alone, surely!" exclaimed the marquis. "At least get some of your people to go with you." "There 's nae time, my lord. Dinna be fleyt for me: I s' tak care o' mysel'."
Dinna be fleyt; yer father an' Oscar has him safe eneuch, I s' warran'." "Here, Janet!" cried her husband; "gien ye be throu' wi' the bairn, I maun be gauin'." "Hoot, Robert! ye're no surely gauin' to lea' me an' puir Gibbie, 'at maunna stir, i' the hoose oor lanes wi' the murderin' man!" returned Janet. "'Deed am I, lass!
'But I div won'er ye're no fleyt! 'Fleyt! rejoined Steenie; 'what for wud I be fleyt? What is there to be fleyt at? I never was fleyt at face o' man or wuman na, nor o' beast naither! I was ance, and never but that ance, fleyt at the face o' a bairn! 'And what for that, Steenie? 'He was rinnin efter his wee sister to lick her, and his face was the face o' a deevil.
But ye're a kin' o' a guairdian till her�-arena ye?" "Ow! ay. I hae made mysel' that in a way; but Bruce wad aye be luikit upon as the proper guairdian." "Hae ye ony haud upo' the siller?" "I gart him sign a lawyer's paper aboot it." "Weel, ye jist gang and demand the Bible, alang wi' the lave o' Annie's property. The like o' him's as fleyt at a lawyer as cats at cauld water.
Ye hae been naething but leein a' for fun, of coorse, I ken that to mak a fule o' me for bein fleyt! Despair, for a moment, seemed to overwhelm Kirsty. Was it for this she had so wounded her own soul! How was she to make the poor child understand? She lifted up her heart in silence. At last she said, 'Ye winna see mair o' him this year or twa onygait, I'm thinkin!
I wadna hae disturbit ye, sir, but I saw the twa een o' a wullcat, or sic like, glowerin' awa yonner i' the mirk, an' they fleyt me 'at I grippit ye." "Weel, weel; sit ye doon, bairnie," said the mad laird in a soothing voice; "the wullcat sanna touch ye. Ye're no fleyt at me, are ye?" "Na!" answered the child. "What for sud I be fleyt at you, sir? I'm Phemy Mair."
Muckle guid wad ony pardon dee to sic! But ance lat them un'erstan' 'at he canna forgie them, an' maybe they'll be fleyt, an' turn again' the Sawtan 'at's i' them." "Weel, but he's no my enemy," said the youth. My certy! but he's the enemy o' the haill race o' mankin'. He trespasses unco sair against me, I'm weel sure o' that! An' I'm glaid o' 't.
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