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Updated: July 15, 2025
Baubie trotted in front, turning her head, dog-fashion, at every corner to see if she were followed. They reached the Grassmarket at last, and close to the corner of the West Bow found an entry with the whitewashed inscription above it, "Kennedy's Lodgings." Baubie glanced round to see if her friend was near, then vanished upward from her sight.
"Yes, mem," replied Baubie, shuffling her feet. "Now, what bed is she to get, Mrs. Duncan? Let us go up stairs and see the dormitory." "I thought I would put her in the room with Kate: I changed the small bed in there. If you will just step up stairs, Miss Mackenzie?"
She" with a gesture of his head backward at the prison "will no' be oot this month; sae she'll niver need to ken, eh?" Baubie nodded. He only spoke her own thoughts, and he knew it. The first turn to the right past the High School brought them out on the road before Holyrood, which lay grim and black under the sun-bathed steeps of Arthur's Seat.
Baubie forgot in her flush of triumphant recollection that there had always been somebody to take the two shillings from her, and beat her and accuse her of malversation and embezzlement into the bargain.
Seeing that her eyes followed the direction of his with a forbidding frown, he said tentatively, "Ye didn' didna " "What?" snapped Baubie crossly: she divined his meaning exactly. "Come awa' wi' ye!" she ordered, facing right round countryward. "We'll gae awa' til Glasgae, Baubie, eh? I'm thinkin' to yer auntie's.
"Were you ever at school?" "No, mem," with a shake of the head that seemed to convey that she had something else, and probably better, to do. "Did you ever hear of God?" asked the lady who had brought her. "Ay, mem," answered Baubie quite readily: "it's a kind of a bad word I hear in the streets." "How old are you?" asked both ladies simultaneously.
One would almost have thought she had been told beforehand what was to happen, so cool and collected was she. "Now, Baubie, I am going to take you home. Come, child." Pleased with her success, Miss Mackenzie, so speaking, took the little waif's hand and led her out of the police-court into the High street.
"It's a credit to you, Mistress Caird, to hae feelings like them, and you'll be supported dootless." Jean Futtrit's pretty Baubie had not always behaved well; and Jean was suspicious of all other young girls. She had thought the worst of Maggie at once, and she made Janet Caird feel herself to be a very meritorious domestic martyr in accepting the charge of her.
She listened in a stupid kind of way to the feet tramping on the bare boards of the outer dormitory and down the stairs: then all was still, and Baubie Wishart, clean, clothed and separated from her father for the first time in her life, was left alone to consider how she liked "school."
I must go, Miss Mackenzie. Good-bye for to-day. And do tell me what you settle for her." Miss Mackenzie promised, and her friend took her departure. "Go and sit by the fire, Baubie Wishart, for a little, and then I shall be ready to talk to you."
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