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He's got a gude heid to 'im, an' wullna be sic a bittie fule anither time." Indeed he had a good head on him! Bobby never needed a second lesson. At Silver Mills and Canon Mills he came out and trotted warily around the dam.
Since we're going to live here now, you'll have to do it a good many times, and I'd better show you just how to do it right." She disappeared, leaving a trail of caressing baby-talk to the effect that she would take good care of muvver's ittie bittie kittie. She left Genevieve for all practical purposes turned to stone.
Ailie stared after him with frightened eyes. Into her mind flashed that ominous remark of the policeman two days before: "I didna ken ye had a dog, John?" She overtook Sandy in front of the sheriff's court on the bridge. "What what hae the police to do wi' bittie dogs?" "If a dog has nae master to pay for his license the police can tak' him up and put him out o' the way."
Lat's hear ye gie them a gude screed on the topiks of the day." Sandy gae a bit hauch, an' swallowed a spittal, an' stappin' forrit a bittie, began "Mester Chairman " He gae Pottie a glower that nearhand knokit him aff the box he was sittin' on. "Mester Chairman," says he, "we are gaithered thegither to meet wan anither as fella ratepayers. If you want a tip-top cooncillor, I'm your man.
"Ay, weel eneuch. Only I wad sair like a bittie o' can'le," was Annie's trembling reply, for she had a sad foreboding instinct now. "Can'le! Na, na, bairn," answered Mrs Bruce. "Ye s' get no can'le here. I canna affoord can'les. There's thirteen steps to the firs, and twal to the neist." With choking heart, but without reply, Annie went.
"And this was the kind I'm best acquaint with. Oh, but it was just a wee bittie." "And who thinks the worse of him for it?" cried Mr. Gallosh. This question was answered by general acclamation in a manner and with a spirit that proved how deeply his lordship's gracious behavior had laid hold of all hearts.
Brown says wull ye please send Bobby hame. Her gude-mon's frettin' for 'im; an' syne, a' the folk aroond the kirkyaird hae come to the gate to see the bittie dog's braw collar. They wullna believe the Laird Provost gied it to 'im for a chairm gin they dinna see it wi' their gin een." "Why, mannie, Bobby's no' here. He must be in the kirkyard." "Nae, he isna.
Why do you seek to keep me, then? Let me gang back let me gang back to the friends I have, and that like me!" "Na, na; na, na," he said, very earnestly. "I like you fine; we'll agree fine yet; and for the honour of the house I couldna let you leave the way ye came. Bide here quiet, there's a good lad; just you bide here quiet a bittie, and ye'll find that we agree."
He was cried and exclaimed over by the hysterical ladies, and scolded for a bittie fule by the sergeant. To this Bobby returned ostentatious yawns of boredom and nonchalant lollings, for it seemed a small matter to be so fashed about. At that a gentleman remarked, testily, to hide his own agitation, that dogs really had very little sense.
Obtained a guide and went to the Rev. Mr. Brown's a good bittie out in the environs; found him just stepping on a car to leave for a tenant right meeting. Got a recommendation from him to a private house where I might, could, would or should get accommodation for the night, and made an appointment with Mr. Brown for the morrow. I may here remark that the residence of the Rev. Mr.
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