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Le' um look 'bout um, and see wha' he want; and ef you wants to be friendly wid um, gee um somet'ing youse'f dat knife burn bright in he eye! Gee um dat, and le's be moving! Maussa da wait! Ef you's a coming for trade in we country, you mus' drop de little bizness 'taint 'spectable in Car'lina." The pedler was rebuked. He looked first at Cæsar, then at Chub, and finally handed the boy the knife.
'It's a shame, she said, 'a horrid shame, that we should never hae kent there was a place like this ootside o' Glesca. Wha is't made for? the rich, I suppose, as the best things are. 'Oh no, said Teen quite gently. 'There are plenty puir folk in the country, an' bad folk tae. Mrs.
And I have it from a sure hand, and that's ane wha saw it, and that's John Wilson, that was the Laird's groom, that Meg appeared to the Laird as he was riding hame from Singleside, over Gibbie's know, and threatened him wi' what she wad do to his family; but whether it was Meg, or something waur in her likeness, for it seemed bigger than ony mortal creature, John could not say.
True it was that Sandy Bruce, aged forty, had never yet desired any woman for his wife till he looked into the face of Little Bel in the Wissan Bridge school-house. And equally true was it that before the last strains of "Scots wha ha' wi' Wallace bled" had died away on that memorable afternoon of her exhibition of her school, he had determined that his wife she should be.
"'A very fine nicht, says she, very frank, though she was breathing quick like as if she had been running, 'You'll be police? says she. "'I am, says I, 'and wha be you? "'I'm just a puir gypsy lassie, she says. "'And what's that in your hand? says I. "'It's a horn I found in the wood, says she, 'but it's rusty and winna blaw.
The old glove lay upon the floor forgotten while Rose sat musing, till a quick step sounded in the hall and a voice drew near, tunefully humming. "As he was walkin' doun the street The city for to view, Oh, there he spied a bonny lass, The window lookin' through." "Sae licht he jumpèd up the stair, And tirled at the pin; Oh, wha sae ready as hersel' To let the laddie in?"
"Ah, ye would wonder, mother," Jamie said, "when I open my box an' find a'thing tied up wi' strings sae careful, it a' comes back to me wi' a rush wha did it, an' am as fond o' thae strings as though they were a grand present. I get the wifie I lodge wi' to sew to me, but often when I come upon the pocky I sit an' look at it."
From Lumley it meant spite, because Robert's praise was in his ears. 'I dinna preten' to ken ae hair mair than ye do yersel', Mr. Lumley; and that's nae sayin' muckle, surely, returned Robert, irritated at his tone more than at his words. The bystanders laughed, and Lumley flew into a rage. 'Haud yer ill tongue, ye brat, he said. 'Wha' are ye to mak' sic remarks upo' yer betters?
"There's to be a puddin' made the morn, Leeby. Ou, ay, a' thing points to that; an' we're very sure there's nae puddins at the lawyer's on the Sabbath onless they hae company." "I dinna ken wha they can hae, if it be na that brither o' the wife's 'at bides oot by Aberdeen." "Na, it's no him, Leeby; na, na. He's no weel to do, an' they wouldna be buyin' cream for 'im."
"Wha am I? wha suld I be, but Meg Murdockson, and wha suld my bairn be but Magdalen Murdockson? Your guard soldiers, and your constables, and your officers, ken us weel eneugh when they rive the bits o' duds aff our backs, and take what penny o' siller we hae, and harle us to the Correctionhouse in Leith Wynd, and pettle us up wi' bread and water and siclike sunkets."
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