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"Weel, lassie," said Elspeth when he was gone, "frae what we ken aboot Mr. Black, the thing's clear enough. He's lookin after Sunnybraes for his muckle gomeril o' a son; an', if Gavin Goosequill can get it for him, by hook or by crook, by lies or by true tales, he'll no want it lang.
She looked from one to the other, her mouth opening and shutting. "I canna help it," she said. "It's cruel hard," muttered the doctor. "I knew this woman when she was a lassie." The little minister stretched out his hands. "Have pity on her, O God!" he prayed, with the presumptuousness of youth. Nanny heard the words. "Oh, God," she cried, "you micht!"
"And, Mimie, dear," said her mother, "when you are there, look out for a new bonnet for yourself; she has got some very pretty ones, and your old one is so shabby." "It does for me, mother," said Jemima, heavily. "I don't want a new bonnet." "But I want you to have one, my lassie. I want my girl to look well and nice."
He came like a bloodhound to catch Henry Pollock, and like a fox to get what news he could about Sir John. What he lingers for his master only knows, but it grieves me, lassie, that ye have had the burden of him on your shoulders.
"The same to you," said the man. "Will you give me your youngest daughter? If you will, I'll make you as rich as you are now poor," said the Bear. Well, the man would not be at all sorry to be so rich; but give him his prettiest lassie, no, that he couldn't do, so he said "No" outright and closed the door both tight and well.
They're going into Schepstein's basement." I could feel the Bonnie Lassie fidgeting on the bench. For a moment I endured it. Then I said: "Well, Lassie, why don't you?" "Why don't I what?" "Take your usual constitutional, over by the railings. Opposite Schepstein's." "That isn't my usual constitutional, and you know it, Dominie," said the Bonnie Lassie with dignity. "Isn't it?
Miss Osborne and Amelia came in together, and I saw Cecilia turn very white. "What ails Mr Parmenter?" asked my Aunt Kezia. "'Deed, and what ails a fule onie day?" said Sam, always more honest than soft-spoken. "He's just as ill as a bit lassie fair frichtened o' his auld uncle, now he is deid, that ne'er did him a bawbee's worth o' harm while he was alive.
Thus came to Our Square, to be one of us, for better or for worse, Mr. Winslow Merivale, promptly rechristened Stepfather Time. The Bonnie Lassie gave him the name. She said that only a stepfather could bring up his charges so badly. For his clocks were both independent and irresponsible, though through no fault of their own. When they were wound they went. When they were unwound they rested.
Lor', 'tis a frail craft to be out o' harbour such foul weather!" "How is he?" I repeated, tightening my grasp upon his sleeve. "Dead as a pickled herring, poor lad!" My head struck heavily against the wall as I fell, but I made no outcry. "Sink me! but the poor lassie thought I meant Mr. Rivers!"
Now, after a while, the foster-mother had to go on another journey; and, before she went, she forbade the lassie to go into those two rooms into which she had never been.
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