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"Look you, you base old person," said the incensed philosopher, "if you do put another jest upon me, I will cleave your skull-piece with this shovels!" "And whare wad my hands and my pike-staff be a' the time?" replied Edie, in a tone that indicated no apprehension. "Hout, tout, Maister Dusterdeevil, I haena lived sae lang in the warld neither, to be shuled out o't that gate.
Ony gait, it's a guid lesson in patience to ye, an' that ye haena had ower aften, I'm thinkin' Robert'll be here er lang." With these words she set down the teapot, and went out: it was time to milk her cow. In a little while Gibbie rose, tried to walk, but failed, and getting down on his hands and knees, crawled out after her.
"Maybe, like the Ephesians, ye haena yet fund oot gien there be ony Holy Ghost, sir?" he said to him aloud. "No man dares deny that!" answered the minister. "Still a man mayna ken't, though he daursna deny't! Nane but them 'at follows whaur he leads, can ken that he verily is." "We must beware of private interpretation!" suggested James.
But he'll be like his great Father, and forgie us baith!" As soon as Maggie had given the child to his mother, she went to her father, and sat down beside him, crying softly. He turned on his leather stool, and looked at her. "Canna ye rejice wi' them that rejice, noo that ye hae nane to greit wi', Maggie, my doo?" he said. "Ye haena lost ane, and ye hae gaint twa!
A' doot thae sooth country fouk haena been feeding ye ower weel, or maybe it was the toon air. It never agrees wi' me. A'm half chokit a' the time a'm in Glesgie, and as for London, there's ower mony fouk tae the square yaird for health." All the time he was busy at his work, and no man could do it better or quicker, although the outside of him was not encouraging.
'Weel, it's a queer instructor o' yowth, 'at says an' onsays i' the same breith. 'Never ye min'. I haena contradickit mysel' yet; for I hae said naething. But, Robert, my man, ye maun pit mair sowl into yer fiddlin'. Ye canna play the fiddle till ye can gar 't greit.
'I wadna be girdin at ye, Francie, but that I care ower muckle aboot ye to lat ye think I haud the same opingon o' ye 'at ye hae o' yersel, answered the girl, who went on with her knitting as she spoke. 'Ye'll never believe a body! he rejoined, and turned half away. 'I canna think what gars me keep comin to see ye! Ye haena a guid word to gie a body!
"I haena been doon yet," she answered, "My mither was oot last nicht wi' the boat, an' Auntie Jinse was wi' the bairn, an' sae I cud du as I likit." "An' what did ye like, Phemy?" "A'body kens what I like," answered the child: "I was oot an' aboot a' nicht. An' eh, Ma'colm! I hed a vision." "What was that, Phemy?"
They're baith dour chiels, and haena muckle tae say, but Tammas lies a graund hert, and there's waur fouk in the Glen than Saunders. "A'm gettin' drowsy, an' a'll no be able tae follow ye sune, a' doot; wud ye read a bit tae me afore a' fa' ower?
Few guests come to this puir place, and I haena custom eneugh to hire servants. I had anes twa fine sons that lookit after a' thing. But God gives and takes away, His name be praised!" she continued, turning her clouded eyes towards Heaven. "I was anes better off, that is, waridly speaking, even since I lost them; but that was before this last change."
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