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It was the summer time, and she had been paidling in the burn, and sooming feathers and bits o' sticks; I was looking after something that had gaen wrang about the threshin' machine, when I heard an unco noise get up, and bairns screamin'. I looked out, and I saw them runnin' and shoutin' 'Miss Jeannie! Miss Jeannie! I rushed out to the barnyard. 'What is't, bairns? cried I. 'Miss Jeannie!
I've come to have a right good time; and to look at the mountains as much as is reasonable." It was a pretty good definition of what Jeannie Hadden thought she had come into the world for. There was subtle indication in it, also, that the shadow of some doubt had not failed to touch her either, and that this with her was less a careless instinct than a resolved conclusion.
Again his offer was courteously but positively declined. Nellie gave but faint response to Miss Forrest's greetings. Jeannie Bruce looked fixedly away, and finally the horses received a sharp and most unnecessary touch of the lash, and went bounding away from "Bedlam" in a style that reflected small credit on the merits of the driver, and that nearly bruised the backs of his fair passengers.
Leslie unpinned from its cambric cover a gray iron barége, with a narrow puffing round the hem of the full skirt and the little pointed bertha cape. With it lay bright cherry ribbons for the neck and hair. "Lovely! Make haste and come down to our room." And having to dress herself, Jeannie ran off again, and Elinor shut the door.
The two girls had, indeed, lived economically enough in a couple of small rooms in a back street; but their expenses had been enormously increased by the serious illness, from a pulmonary complaint, of the little girl Jeannie, now a child between twelve and thirteen years of age.
"Indeed, Miss Forrest, I will not have a detailed escort," indignantly protested Jeannie, the younger. "What illimitable effrontery!" was the muttered comment of Mrs. Wells, while poor Mrs. Gordon hardly knew what to say or do in her amaze and annoyance.
Now, our dining-room had not yet even the English drugget. The dark new boards would do for summer weather, mother said. "If it had been real oak, polished!" Rosamond thought. "But hard-pine was kitcheny." Ruth went to bed with the rest of her thinking and the brook-music flittering in her brain. Mrs. Lewis Marchbanks had talked behind her with Jeannie Hadden about her playing.
'Whisht, Jimsie! whispered Jeannie. 'Seems to ha'e been a bad accident already! remarked John, laughing boisterously. 'John, said Lizzie, 'ye'll be late. Macgreegor'll maybe walk a bit o' the road wi' ye. They were well on their way to the engineering works, where Mr. Robinson was foreman, when Macgregor managed to say: 'I burst the twa pound on a ring.
Do they know the story of Jeannie Deans? But it is useless to ask these questions or to multiply these instances. Scott is placed. Master of laughter, master of tears, giant of swiftness; crowned king, without one all-round rival. One of those astonishing and yet natural things which sometimes startle us is the value some minds attach to mere modernity in art.
I used to be taken to their house by my nurse and get an oatcake with sugar sprinkled on it a great luxury, I thought. Yes, of course, Laidlaw. She was Jeannie Laidlaw. When I married and came to Hopetoun I often went to see Mrs. Reid. She reminded me of Corlaw, and could talk of my father, and I liked that.... Her husband was James Reid. He must have had some money, and I think he was retired.
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