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There was a half sob in the voice as of terror, and her manner had all the appearance of ingenuousness. The matron and Miss Mackenzie looked at each other significantly, and agreed tacitly that there was no use in pushing the question. "Od!" said Kate, who had paused in the act of taking a warm towel from the fireplace to listen, "a'body kens ye didna gie it till yoursel', lassie."
He was standin' at the gate, which, as a'body kens, is but sax steps frae the hoose, an' I wondered at 'im neither runnin' awa nor comin' forrit. I speired at 'im what he meant by terrifyin' a bairn, but he didna say naething. He juist stood. It was ower dark to see his face richt, an' I wasna nane ta'en aback yet, no till he spoke. Oh, but he had a fearsome word when he did speak.
"I was aye sure ye was for fair play, my lord." "It's little enough I've ever had," said the marquis. "Sae lang's we gie plenty, my lord, it maitters less hoo muckle we get. A'body likes to get it." "That doctrine won't carry you far, my lad." "Far eneuch, gien 't cairry me throu', my lord." "How absolute the knave is!" said his lordship good humouredly.
"But there wud be plenty bit lassies to gie the bairn a hurl in a coach," said the Tailor. "I dinna see hoo Mysie cudna get redd o' her bairn for an' oor noo an' than." "But that wud juist be a dwang to the lassies, syne," answered Bandy. "That's a thing I've often thocht aboot mysel'," says Sandy; "an' the only wey I cud mak' it oot was that a'body in heaven 'ill be juist i' their prime.
"My mither was oot last nicht wi' the boat, an' Auntie Jinse was wi' the bairn, an' sae I cud du as I likit." "An' what did ye like, Phemy?" "A'body kens what I like," answered the child: "I was oot an' aboot a' nicht. An' eh, Ma'colm! I hed a veesion." "What was that, Phemy?"
Noo the Romans were first and foremost a practical people, as a'body kens. They made sure o' their conquest, an' then built their wall, sae that the popular theory that the vallum was a protection against the south is a' stuff an' nonsense. 'Isna the result, queried the Minister, 'that ye haud ane theory, ither folks anither?
"I haena been doon yet," she answered, "My mither was oot last nicht wi' the boat, an' Auntie Jinse was wi' the bairn, an' sae I cud du as I likit." "An' what did ye like, Phemy?" "A'body kens what I like," answered the child: "I was oot an' aboot a' nicht. An' eh, Ma'colm! I hed a vision." "What was that, Phemy?"
Mony a time, Sanders, I hae said to mysel, 'There's a lass ony man micht be prood to tak. A'body says the same, Sanders, There's nae risk ava, man: nane to speak o'. Tak her, laddie, tak her, Sanders; it's a grand chance, Sanders. She's yours for the spierin'. I'll gie her up, Sanders." "Will ye, though?" said Sanders. "What d'ye think?" asked Sam'l. "If ye wid rayther," said Sanders politely.
"Sanders, I canna think to pairt twa fowk sae weel suited to ane anither as you an' Bell." "Canna ye, Sam'l?" "She wid mak ye a guid wife, Sanders. I hae studied her weel, and she's a thrifty, douce, clever lassie. Sanders, there's no the like o' her. Mony a time, Sanders, I hae said to mysel, There's a lass ony man micht be prood to tak. A'body says the same, Sanders.
"I am not going to tell you; you have nothing to do with that," cried Archie, startled to find he had admitted so much. "O, I have naething to do with it!" she repeated, springing to her feet. "A'body at Hermiston's free to pass their opinions upon me, but I have naething to do wi' it! Was this at prayers like? Did ye ca' the grieve into the consultation?