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I'm feart the din's gotten into my heid, an' I'll never get it out again. I cud maist wuss I was a mackerel, for they tell me the fish hears naething. I ken weel noo what ye meant, my lord, whan ye said ye dreidit the din micht gar ye forget yer Macker."

"That's it!" cried Nanny with sudden passion. "Na, na; I'll be a woman on the poor's rates. Oh, mither, mither, you little thocht when you bore me that I would come to this!" "Nanny," the doctor said, rising again, "I am ashamed of you." "I humbly speir your forgiveness, sir," she said, "and you micht bide just a wee yet.

"Well, don't you think your Father in heaven would say the same?" "Maybe he micht, sir. But ye see my father was my ain father, and wad mak' the best o' me." "And is not God kinder than your father?" "He canna weel be that, sir. And there's the Scripter!" "But he sent his only Son to die for us." "Ay for the eleck, sir," returned the little theologian.

Ye're walcome hame, my bonnie lass. Ye ken I aye keep the wee closet ready for ony o' ye 'at micht come ohn expeckit." Nicie, however, had not long to occupy the closet, for those of her breed were in demand in the country.

'I'll du 't, Kirsty. I canna gang straucht awa, I doobt, though; I fear she has whusky left, and there's no sayin what she micht du afore I wan back. I maun gang hame first. 'I'm no clear upo' that. That wud anger her terrible. Nor can ye weel lay ban's upon her, and tak frae her by force.

And he rose to obey; but here again Jenny seemed to sympathise with him in his labours. "As the cow had tiggit i' the afternoon," she said, "it was like aneugh the horse micht rin awa i' the e'enin; and, as the laddie, puir thing, had chased the cow till he was ready to fa' down, it couldna be expeckit that he would be able to chase the horse, and sae she would gang and help him."

"It was a near thing a michty near thing," he admitted in the square. "They say," some other weaver would remark, "'at it was you Bell liked best." "I d'na kin," Sam'l would reply, "but there's nae doot the lassie was fell fond o' me. Ou, a mere passin' fancy's ye micht say." When an election-day comes round now, it takes me back to the time of 1832. I would be eight or ten year old at that time.

'Ye micht hae let a body ken ye were comin'. Sic a potch, she said ruefully. 'My, but ye are a picter, an nae mistak'. Gladys laughed, and the sound rang through the place like sweetest music. 'Have you not been quite well? I think you are thinner, she said kindly. 'No, I've no' been up to muckle; fair helpless some days wi' rheumatics.

While he spoke, Malcolm had been smoothing Kelpie all over with his palms; the moment the factor ceased talking, he ceased stroking, and with one arm thrown over the mare's back, looked him full in the face. "Gien ye imaigine, Maister Crathie," he said, "'at I coont it ony rise i' the warl' 'at brings me un'er the orders o' a man less honest than he micht be, ye're mista'en.

It's peetifu' when God's bairns fecht through greed and envy, but it's hertsome when they are wullin' tae wrestle aboot the Evangel, for surely the end o' it a' maun be peace. "A've often thocht that in the auld days baith the man on the rack and the inqueesitor himself micht be gude men and accepted o' God, and maybe the inqueesitor suffered mair than the martyr.