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Next Christmas she means to tell the story of Greyfriars Bobby, and how all his little Scotch friends are better-behaving and cleaner and happier because they have that wee dog to love." "Ilka body lo'es Bobby. He wasna ever mistreatet or neglectet," said Ailie, thoughtfully. "Oh my dear! That's the very best part of the story!" The Grand Leddy had a shining look.
I ha'e laid by a little siller for a rainy day, an' this I will gi'e ye to win a farm for yersel' in the woods o' Canada. There is plenty o' room there, an' industry brings its ain reward. If Jeanie Burns lo'es you, as weel as yer dear mither did me, she will be fain to follow you there.
I ha'e laid by a hantel o' siller for a rainy day, an' this I maun gi'e ye to win a farm for yoursel' in the woods of Canada. There is plenty o' room there, an' industry brings its ain reward. If Jeanie Burns lo'es you as weel as your dear mither did me, she will be fain to follow you there."
I cannot, indeed, refuse to allow the justice of your reasoning; but yet, being convinced against my will, you will gain little by your motion. You might as well read to an infatuated lover the catalogue of his mistress's imperfections; for, when he has been compelled to listen to the summary, you will only get for answer, that, 'he lo'es her a' the better."
I winna say, mother, 'at I lo'ed him sae weel as ye lo'ed him, for maybe that wudna be natur I dinna ken; and I daurna say 'at I lo'e him as the bonny man lo'es his brithers and sisters a'; but I hae yet to learn hoo to lo'e him better. Onygait, the bonny man wantit him, and he has him!
I cannot, indeed, refuse to allow the justice of your reasoning; but yet, being convinced against my will, you will gain little by your motion. You might as well read to an infatuated lover the catalogue of his mistress's imperfections; for when he has been compelled to listen to the summary, you will only get for answer that 'he lo'es her a' the better."
"Fare ye weel, Jenny," said Cuddie, with a loud exertion of his lungs, intended perhaps to be a sigh, but rather resembling the intonation of a groan, "Ye'll think o' puir Cuddie sometimes an honest lad that lo'es ye, Jenny; ye'll think o' him now and then?" "Whiles at brose-time," answered the malicious damsel, unable either to suppress the repartee, or the arch smile which attended it.
She sat down beside what was left of Steenie, and ate of the oatcake, and drink of the milk she had carried forgotten until now. 'I won'er what God 'll du wi' the twa! she said to herself. 'Gien I lo'ed them baith as I did, he lo'es them better! I wud hae dee'd for them; he did! She rose and went out. Light had come at last, but too dim to be more than gray.
First ane maun lo'e Him; an' syne twa can lo'e Him better, because ilk ane is helpit by the ither, an' lo'es Him the mair that He lo'es the ither ane! An' syne comes the third, and there's mair an' mair throwin' o' lichts, and there's the Lord himsel' i' the mids' o' them! Three maks a better mids' than twa!" Sandy could not follow the reasoning quite, but he had his own way of understanding.
"Fare ye weel, Jenny," said Cuddie, with a loud exertion of his lungs, intended perhaps to be a sigh, but rather resembling the intonation of a groan, "Ye'll think o' puir Cuddie sometimes an honest lad that lo'es ye, Jenny; ye'll think o' him now and then?" "Whiles at brose-time," answered the malicious damsel, unable either to suppress the repartee, or the arch smile which attended it.
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