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"An' sae ye're gaein' to tak the bairnies un'er yer wing, Aggie!" said Cosmo, as they walked along. "They're lucky little things 'at'll gang to your schuil! What pat it i' yer heid?" "Mr. Simon advised it," answered Aggie; "but I believe I pat it in his heid first, sayin' hoo little was dune for the bairnies jist at the time they war easiest to guide.
And we maun work discipleen amo' oorsels, or else the rod o' the Almichty'll come doon upon a' oor backs. I winna haud ye frae particulars ony langer.�-Upon a certain Sawbath nicht i' the last year, I gaed into Robert Bruce's hoose, to hae worship wi' 'm.�-I'm gaein straucht and fair to the pint at ance.
"It'll be a warnin' to ye, Sam'l, no to be in sic a hurry i' the futur," said Sanders. Sam'l groaned. "Ye'll be gaein up to the manse to arrange wi' the minister the morn's mornin'," continued Sanders, in a subdued voice. Sam'l looked wistfully at his friend. "I canna do't, Sanders," he said, "I canna do't." "Ye maun," said Sanders. "It's aisy to speak," retorted Sam'l bitterly.
There's awkward kin' o' holes aboot thae vouts, an' jist whaur ye think there's nane. I dinna a'thegither like yer gaein' wantin' me." "Nonsense! Go along," said the marquis. "But I'm no jokin'," persisted Malcolm. "Yes, yes; we'll be careful," returned his master impatiently, and Malcolm ran down the hill, but not altogether satisfied with the assurance.
"Daddy," he said, "I'm gaein oot to catch a haddick or sae to oor denner the morn. Ye micht jist sit doon upo' ane o' the Boar's Taes, an' tak a play o' yer pipes. I'll hear ye fine, an' it'll du me guid." The Boar's Toes were two or three small rocks that rose out of the sand near the end of the dune.
A kiss wad be the savin' o' her. 'But you may be . But I have nothing to go upon. She would resent my interference. 'She's past resentin' onything. She was gaein' aboot the toon like ane o' the deid 'at hae naething to say to onybody, an' naebody onything to say to them. Gin she gangs on like that she'll no be alive lang. That night Jessie Hewson disappeared.
Ye wadna care, grannie, wad ye, gin I was to cut aff the bonnie buttons? 'Dinna lay a finger upo' them. Ye wad be gaein' playin' at pitch and toss or ither sic ploys wi' them. Na, na, lat them sit. 'I daur ye to touch the coat or onything 'ither that's i' that press. 'Weel, weel, grannie. I s' gang and get my lessons for the morn. 'It's time, laddie. Ye hae been jabberin' ower muckle.
He lost no time in telling him the story. 'I tauld ye he was up to some deevilry or ither, said Shargar. 'I can shaw ye the verra hoose he maun be gaein' to tak her frae. 'Ye vratch! what for didna ye tell me that afore? 'Ye wadna hear aboot ither fowk's affairs. Na, not you! But some fowk has no richt to consideration. The verra stanes they say 'ill cry oot ill secrets like brither Sandy's.
'Ye're never gaein' oot, Robert? said Betty, in a hoarse tone of expostulation. ''Deed am I, Betty. What for no? 'You 'at's been in a' day wi' a sair heid! I'll jist gang benn the hoose and tell the mistress, and syne we'll see what she'll please to say till 't. 'Ye'll do naething o' the kin', Betty. 'What ken ye aboot my age? There's never a man-body i' the toon kens aught aboot my age.
As the Master approached he looked up. "Weel, Moore," he called, "and are you gaein' to tie yer dog?" "I will if you will yours," the Master answered grimly. "Na," the little man replied, "it's Wullie as frichts the Killer aff the Grange. That's why I've left him there noo." "It's the same wi' me," the Master said.
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