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The brute had a nesty e'e in its heid. It turned roond wi' a vegabon'-like look aye when Sandy gaed near't. He got up on the front efter a while, an' ga'e the reinds a tit, an' Princie began to do a bit jeeg, garrin' Sandy bowse aboot on the front o' the cairt like's he was foo.
There's surely some gait o' garrin' her haud her tongue!" Mrs Catanach threw a terrified glance towards Lady Florimel. "Indeed I shall do nothing of the kind!" replied Florimel. "For shame!" "Hoots, my leddy!" returned Malcolm; "I only said it to try the effec' o' 't. It seems no that ill."
"Because, ye see," pursued John, "I was ae day here i' the gairden an' I was jist graftin' a bonny wull rose-buss wi' a Hector o' France an' it grew to be the bonniest rose-buss in a' the haill gairden whan the markis no the auld markis, but my leddy's father cam' up the walk there, an' a bonny yoong leddy wi' his lordship, as it micht be yersel's twa an' I beg your pardon, my leddy, but I'm an auld man noo, an' whiles forgets the differs atween fowk an' this yoong leddy 'at they ca'd Miss Cam'ell ye kenned her yersel' efterhin', I daur say, Ma'colm he was unco ta'en wi' her, the markis, as ilka body cud see ohn luikit that near, sae 'at some said 'at hoo he hed no richt to gang on wi' her that gait, garrin' her believe, gien he wasna gaein' to merry her.
'No gien it was 'at naething wud ever gar him merry ye? 'That he micht weel say, for he winna need garrin! But he never said it, and ye needna try to threpe it upo' me! she added, in a tone that showed the very idea too painful. 'He did say't, Phemy. 'Wha tellt ye? It's lees! Somebody's leein! 'He said it til me himsel. Never a lee has onybody had a chance o' puttin intil the tale!
An' it's an ill thing to tak sic amen's o' me, as gin I had dune wrang, by garrin' me troo 'at yer grandfather's property was to gang the gait o' 's auld, useless, ill-mainnert scraich o' a fiddle. 'She was the bonniest fiddle i' the country-side, grannie.
He cam to saitisfee God's justice by giein' him back his bairns; by garrin' them see that God was just; by sendin' them greetin' hame to fa' at his feet, an' grip his knees an' say, "Father, ye're i' the richt." He cam to lift the weicht o' the sins that God had curst aff o' the shoothers o' them 'at did them, by makin' them turn agen them, an' be for God an' no for sin.
It sud hae been pu'ed doon fra the riggin to the fundation a century afore noo. And here we're pittin a clean face upo' 't, garrin' 't luik as gin it micht stan' anither century, and nobody had a richt to luik asclent at it." "It luiks weel eneuch." "I tell't ye that I was makin' a heepocreet.
When they had all breakfasted, the soutar and Maggie in the kitchen, and Isy and the bairnie in the ben en', Maggie took her old place beside her father, and for a long time they worked without word spoken. "I doobt, father," said Maggie at length, "I haena been atten'in til ye properly! I fear the bairnie 's been garrin me forget ye!" "No a hair, dautie!" returned the soutar.
"There's anither whause upbringin wasna to blame: my upbringin was a' it oucht to hae been and see hoo ill I turnt oot!" "It wasna what it oucht! I see 't a' plain the noo! I was aye ower feart o' garrin ye hate me! Oh, Isy, Isy, I hae dene ye wrang! I ken ye cud never hae laid yersel oot to snare him it wasna in ye to dee 't!" "Thank ye, mother! It was, railly and truly, a' my wyte!
"An' sae, Ma'colm Colonsay," she said, "ye ha'e no less nor made up yer min' to pass yer days in yer ain stable, neither better nor waur than an ostler at the Lossie Airms, an' that efter a' 'at I ha'e borne an' dune to mak a gentleman o' ye, bairdin' yer father here like a verra lion in 's den, an' garrin' him confess the thing again' ilka hair upon the stiff neck o' 'im?
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