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Sae, like the minister, I come to the conclusion But I hae yer leave, laird, to speyk?" "Gang on, gang on, Grizzie," said the laird, almost eagerly.
My sister micht come whiles, she said, gien she camna ower aften; but lasses had naething to dee wi' brithers. Wha was to tell wha was or wha wasna my brither? I tellt her 'at a' my brithers was weel kenned for douce laads; an' she tellt me to haud my tongue, an' no speyk up; an' I cud hae jist gien her a guid cloot o' the lug I was that angert wi' her."
"I do not understand you, ma'am." "Weel, I maun gar ye un'erstan' me. There's things whiles, Sandy Graham, 'at 's no easy to speyk aboot but I hae nae feelin's, an' we 'll a' be deid or lang, an' that's a comfort. Man 'at ye are, ye 're the only human bein' I wad open my moo' till aboot this maitter, an' that's 'cause ye lo'e the memory o' my puir lassie, Grizell Cam'ell."
There was a fule body that wantit sair to sit doon wi' 's. But what cud we do? We cudna ken whether he had savin' grace or no, for the body cudna speyk that a body cud unnerstan' him?" "And ye didna lat him sit doon wi' ye?" "Na. Hoo cud we?" "The Lord didna dee for him, did he?" "We cudna tell." "And what did the puir cratur do?"
Malcolm had taken the child from her, and was clasping him to his bosom. "He's the warst rascal, Lizzy," he said, "'at ever God made an' the deevil blaudit." "Na, na," cried Lizzy; "the likes o' him whiles kills the wuman, but he wadna du that. Na, he's nae the warst; there's a heap waur nor him." "Did ye see my mistress?" asked Malcolm. "Ow ay; but she luikit sae angry at me, I cudna speyk.
What was there to greit about! 'Maybe she thocht o' her sister's bairn in a tribble 'at silence wadna hide! answered Kirsty. 'Ye haena a notion, lassie, what ye're duin wi' yersel! But my mither 'll lat ye ken, sae that ye gangna blinlins intil the tod's hole. 'Ye dinna ken Frank, or ye wudna speyk o' 'im that gait! 'I ken him ower weel to trust you til him.
His question was too like one of his grandmother's to be pleasant to Shargar. 'Dinna speyk to me that gait, Robert, or I'll cut my throat' he returned. 'Hoots! I maun ken a' aboot it, insisted Robert, but with much modified and partly convicted tone. 'Weel, I never said I wadna tell ye a' aboot it. Faith! I cud hae leed ance wi' onybody, barrin' the de'il. I winna lee.
All the time he had not missed a single stroke of his hammer on the benleather between it and his lapstone. When she rejoined Cosmo, where he stood leaning his back against the wind in the middle of the road, "Come nae farther, Aggie," he said. "It's an ill nicht, an' grows waur. There's nae guid in't naither, for we winna hear ane anither speyk ohn stoppit, an' turnt oor backs til't.
But with Gibbie, and even with the dainty Ginevra, he could not yet bring himself to talk anything but his mother-tongue. "I cannot mak my moo'," he would say, "to speyk onything but the nat'ral tongue o' poetry till sic a bonnie cratur as Miss Galbraith; an' for yersel', Gibbie man!
Also, wallets and bowls once carried by the "Beggar" Confederates, who, uniting under the Prince of Orange, had freed Holland from the tyranny of Spain; the sword of Admiral van Speyk, who about ten years before had perished in voluntarily blowing up his own ship; and Van Tromp's armor with the marks of bullets upon it.
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