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"It's a wee Shakespeare to send to Mrs. M'Cosh and I've got a card for Bella Bathgate a funny one, a pig. Read it." He handed the card to Lord Bidborough, who read aloud the words issuing from the mouth of the pig: "You may push me, You may shove, But I never will be druv From Stratford-on-Avon." "Excellent sentiment, Mhor Miss Bathgate will be pleased." "Yes," said Mhor complacently.
Pamela heard him cross the passage and open the kitchen door and begin politely, "Good morning, Miss Bathgate." "What are ye wantin' here wi' thae dirty boots?" Bella demanded. "I came in to see the Honourable, and she has nothing to give poor Peter to eat. Could he have a tea biscuit not an Abernethy one, please, he doesn't like them or a bit of cake?" "Of a' the impidence!" ejaculated Bella.
"Please don't think me tiresome," she said, when they were in the cab, "but there is another thing I must do. I must write to my mother so that she gets my letter the very first thing to-morrow morning." He gave an exclamation of impatience. "You can't do that," he said again. "The country mails have already gone." "I can send a letter by train to Bathgate.
M'Cosh, "that the honourable lady will suit Bella Bathgate, for Bella, honest woman, won't put herself about to suit anybody. But she's been a good neighbour to us. I always feel so safe with her near; she's equal to anything from a burst pipe to a broken arm.... I do hope that landlord of ours in London will never take it into his head to come back and live in Priorsford.
"I recollect," said Aunt Ellen in a slow, careful voice, "when our Uncle John used to come down to Kencote by the four-horse coach, and post from Bathgate." "Ah," said Lord Meadshire sympathetically, "I never saw my Uncle John, to my knowledge, though he left me a hundred pounds in his will. I recollect I spent it on a tie-pin. I was an extravagant young dog in those days, my dear.
The young Squire of Kencote, in all the glory of his wide inheritance and his lieutenancy in the Household Cavalry, had ridden past the little house on his way to Bathgate and seen a quiet, unassuming, fair-haired girl watering her flowers in the garden, had fallen in love with her, met her at a county ball, fallen still more deeply in love, and finally carried her off impetuously from the double-fronted villa in the Bathgate Road to rule over his great house at Kencote.
Miss Bathgate took a savoury-smelling dish from the oven and put it, along with two hot plates, before Mawson, then put the teapot before herself and they began. "Whaur's Miss Reston the nicht?" Bella asked, as she helped herself to hot buttered toast. "Dinin' with Sir John and Lady Tweedie. She's wearin' a lovely new gown, sort of yellow. It suited her a treat. I must say she did look noble.
If we had to leave The Rigs and Bella Bathgate I simply don't know what we'd do." "We could easy get a hoose wi' mair conveniences" Mrs. M'Cosh reminded her. She had laid down the tray again and stood with her hands on her hips and her head on one side, deeply interested "Thae wee new villas in the Langhope Road are a fair treat, wi' a pantry aff the dining-room an' hot and cold everywhere."
It's often as well to be single, but I sometimes think Providence must ha' meant me to 'ave an 'usband I'm such a clingin' creature." Such sentiments were most distasteful to Miss Bathgate, that self-reliant spinster, and she said bitterly: "Ma wumman, ye're ill off for something to cling to! I never saw the man yet that I wud be pitten up wi'." "Ho!
She determined to make no change whatever in the course of her daily life, and she was afraid the deputies might not find things to their liking and be disappointed. They were the Rev. James Adamson, M.A., B.Sc., of Bonnington, Leith, and the Rev. John Lindsay, M.A., Bathgate, who was accompanied by Mrs. Lindsay.
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