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"Well, I see 'em, quarter of a mile oop the road, crouching oonder t'hedge" he spoke Yorkshire "wet to skin, and she nowt on but a cotton blouse. So I sez to her, 'My dear, ye'll get yer death o' cold, 'Yes, she says, 'and me with a weak chest. Pore young thing, I'm fair sorry for her. I towd t'young man to tek his co-at off and put it ra-ownd her.
The song was sung and recited in the streets, at the smiddy, in bothies, and by firesides, to the shaking of fists and the grinding of teeth. It began: "Ye'll a' hae hear tell o' the wife o' Deeside, Ye'll a' hae hear tell o' the wife o' Deeside, She poisoned her maid for to keep up her pride, Ye'll a' hae hear tell o' the wife o' Deeside."
"'Ye'll, mebbe, tell me," he said, richt low, 'if ye hae the furniture 'at used to be my mother's? "'Na, I said, 'it was roupit, an' I kenna whaur the things gaed, for me an' my man comes frae Tilliedrum. "'Ye wouldna hae heard, he said, 'wha got the muckle airm-chair 'at used to sit i' the kitchen i' the window 'at looks ower the brae?
"Troth, ye may swear that, Monkbarns: when it was mine it neer had abune the like o' saxpenny worth o' black rappee in't at ance. But I reckon ye'll be gaun to mak an antic o't, as ye hae dune wi' mony an orra thing besides.
So that night I left Gale to wash dishes and Bob to help her while I held Mr. Stewart a prisoner in the stable and questioned him regarding Patterson's prospects and habits. I found both all that need be, and told Mr. Stewart about my talk with Patterson, and he said, "Wooman, some day ye'll gang ploom daft." But he admitted he was glad it was the "bonny lassie, instead of the bony one."
It was a smile with a joke, a drink, a kiss and a touch of the devil himself in it. "I saw ye come down, sor. Ye'll be makin' for Glasgow?" Glasgow! I cogitated, yes! Glasgow as a starting point would suit me as well as anywhere else. "Correct first guess," I answered. "But, tell me, how did you know that that was my destination?" He showed his teeth.
"Well, then, my pretty Jenny," said the relenting sentinel, "they are fast till the hour of relieving guard, and perhaps something later; and so, if you will promise to come alone the next time" "Maybe I will, and maybe I winna," said Jenny; "but if ye get the dollar, ye'll like that just as weel."
So ye'll no hinder certain water elves and sea fairies, who sometimes keep festival and summer mirth in these old haunted hulks, from falling in love with the weel-faured wife of Laird Macharg; and to their plots and contrivances they went how they might accomplish to sunder man and wife; and sundering such a man and such a wife was like sundering the green leaf from the summer, or the fragrance from the flower.
"Whatever it was, ye'll both git yer share if we finds it," replied the skipper. "More nor that I bain't willin' to say." He fixed Bill Brennen with a glance of his black eyes that made that worthy tremble from his scantily-haired scalp to the soles of his big, shuffling feet. Bill was one of those people who cannot get along without a master.
"Cap'n's ready to go aboord, sir," said O'Riley, touching his cap to Captain Ellice while he was yet engaged in discussing the letter with his son. "Very good." "An', plaaze sir, av ye'll take the throuble to look in at Mrs Meetuck in passin', it'll do yer heart good, it will." "Very well, we'll look in," replied the captain as he quitted the house of the worthy pastor.
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