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"I wouldna won'er what we mayna come til; for ye ken Paul says, 'A' things are yours, and ye are Christ's, and Christ is God's! Wha can tell but the vera herts o' the doggies may ae day lie bare and open to oor herts, as to the hert o' Him wi' whom they and we hae to do! Eh, but the thouchts o' a doggie maun be a won'erfu' sicht! And syne to think o' the thouchts o' Christ aboot that doggie!
Very belike Mr. Blake didn't rightly know what he was sayin'. Wake up and come along.... Daddy darlint, don't you hear what I'm tellin' you? It's raisin' your wages they'll be after Lent, I wouldn't won'er, raisin' them a shillin' belike rael grand it'ill be God Almighty!" He stood up suddenly and looked towards Dan, but at neither him nor anything else.
I won'er now what len'th they'd give you for one shillin'?" But Ody, who had not been listening, only said, oracularly: "Och! that's accordin'," which did not materially assist Hugh's speculations.
'But I div won'er ye're no fleyt! 'Fleyt! rejoined Steenie; 'what for wud I be fleyt? What is there to be fleyt at? I never was fleyt at face o' man or wuman na, nor o' beast naither! I was ance, and never but that ance, fleyt at the face o' a bairn! 'And what for that, Steenie? 'He was rinnin efter his wee sister to lick her, and his face was the face o' a deevil.
I wudna hae presumed but that I thoucht, although I dinna deserve 't, for auld kin'ness ye wud say what ye wud advise. 'I'll du that, Francie no for auld kin'ness, but for kin'ness never auld. What's wrang wi' ye? 'Kirsty, wuman, she's brocken oot again! 'I dinna won'er. I hae h'ard o' sic things. 'It's jist taen the pith oot o' me! What am I to du?
Kern took up his little daughter, and began to walk in the yard and sing as usual. "Well," ejaculated Aun' Sheba, "Missy Mara's call yis-tidy 'lieve my min' po'ful. I'se couldn't tromp de streets wid a basket now nohow. Missy Mara say she won' begin bakin' till I'm ready. She look too po'ly to tink ob it hersef. Lor! what a narrow graze she an de res ob dem hab! No won'er she all broken up.
Not only that, but at the first timid blink of the sun the true Scotsman remarks smilingly, 'I think now we shall be having settled weather! It is a pathetic optimism, beautiful but quite groundless, and leads one to believe in the story that when Father Noah refused to take Sandy into the ark, he sat down philosophically outside, saying, with a glance at the clouds, 'Aweel! the day's just aboot the ord'nar', an' I wouldna won'er if we saw the sun afore nicht!
To those in the room it seemed as if he dropped away back into the wan dusk behind him, and next moment they saw him in motion a few paces distant, limping fast, and gesticulating as though he were still carrying on his monologue. "That old crathur's asthray in his mind, I misdoubt," said old O'Beirne, "and I wouldn't won'er if he was after gettin' bad thratement among his own people."
Yourself it may be, Moggy. Faix now, I wouldn't won'er a bit if it was, for there must be a terrible great age on you these times. Sure you looked to be an ould, ould woman the first day I ever beheld you, and that's better than a dozen year ago."
They set out for the house, and as they walked they talked. 'I div won'er what the place cud ever hae been for! said Kirsty, more to herself than Steenie. 'It's bigger nor ony thoucht I had o' 't. 'What is 't like, Kirsty? inquired Steenie. 'Hoo can I tell whan I saw naething! replied Kirsty.
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