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"I could never have expected such a friendly welcome to one who is a perfect stranger to you all." "Nae altogither a stranger, whateever," returned Davie and for a moment there was ever so slight a suspicion of a twinkle in his kindly old eyes. "Ye're the new gauger we've haird sae muckle aboot, I'm thinkin'."
"Tom went to the mill to tak the place of the noight watchman. His feyther's dyin' ye ken, and Tom's not come by yet. I thot ye might hev haird." Mary lifted her eyes with troubled glance: "Not yet," she said, "but I'm thinkin of running over to Duncannons as soon as I get these pies in the oven. The clothes won't be dry for a while, an' I'll take my pan of peas to shell. She'll know of course.
That graceful butterfly frivolity that comes so easy to the English, and, I've haird, the French, is not for us. I think it's something about our ankles that prevents us."
"It's no' so bad," said half-a-dozen voices. "Ut's verra, verra dangerous," said Tam, shaking his head. "A'm thankitfu' A'm no' a soldier they tried haird to make me ain, but A' said, 'Noo, laddie gie me a job " "Whoo!" A roar like the rush of an express train through a junction, and Tam looked around in alarm.
"An' wha' is't ye're sayin' till ma face, Andraw?" he asked loudly, but with gentleness and commiseratiom "Puir body's haird o' hearin'," he explained to the company. "I'm sayin' you'd no right to go blurtin' out about a man gittin' a stretch for a thing o' that sort. Seems like as if there was a job for one of us on this station, an' you was takin' a mean advantage to collar it.
MacMuller, but he was sleeping like a doormoose A' haird his snoor risin' to heaven an' ma hairt wis sick wi' disappointed longin'. 'Hoo long, A' says, 'hoo long will ye avoid the doom Tam o' the Scoots has marked ye doon for? There wis naw reply." "I've discovered Tam's weird pal," said Blackie, coming into the mess before lunch the next day.
"Haird cheese!" said Tam; "a' the auld cats aboot an' the wee moosie's awa'!" He had intended going home, but a new and bright thought struck him. He turned his machine and pushed straight through the cloud the way he had come. He knew they had seen him disappearing and, airman like, they would remain awhile to bask in the sunlight and "dry off." As a general rule Tam hated clouds.
If, in retort, she smote him so sturdily that she had to retreat backward to rearrange her shaken coil of hair, it need not go down on the record; such things will happen. The scuffle and suppressed laughter were detected even in Mrs. Riley's room. "Ah!" sighed the widow to herself, "wasn't it Kate Riley that used to get the sweet, haird knocks!" Her grief was mellowing.
I found her busy at her washtub on the threshold of the door, but none the less ready to enter into conversation, as I leaned on the garden fence watching her tireless pink hands, as they worked up the snowy soapsuds. "You've maybe haird the news, sir?" she began, a note of inquiry in her tone. I had seen yesterday's Scotsman, but not in those pages did any of our folk look for news.
"It's no' Mister MacMuller?" asked Tam eagerly. "Oh you've heard of Captain Müller?" asked the prisoner interestedly. "Haird? good Lord, mon sir-r, A' mean look here!" He put his hand in his pocket and produced a worn leather case. From this he extracted two or three newspaper cuttings and selected one, headed "German Official."
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