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"Get thee to bed, Nancy," said the voice of Grannie. "Dear knows how soon you'll be wanted." "You'll be calling me for twelve, then, Grannie now, mind, you'll be calling me." "Poor Pete! He's not so far wrong, though. What's it saying? 'Suffer lil childers' " "But Cæsar's right enough this time, Grannie. The bogh is took for death as sure as sure.
The last syllable, bog, is obviously, therefore, a mere corruption of the Saxon Burgh, which we find in the various transmutations of Burgh, Burrow, Brough, Bruff, Buff, and Boff, which last approaches very near the sound in question since, supposing the word to have been originally borgh, which is the genuine Saxon spelling, a slight change, such as modern organs too often make upon ancient sounds, will produce first Bogh, and then, elisa H, or compromising and sinking the guttural, agreeable to the common vernacular practice, you have either Boff or Bog as it happens.
The empty house and the child, the child and the empty house; these allowed of only one interpretation. "She's gone, bogh, she's left us; she wasn't willing to stay with us, God forgive her!" Sitting on a stool with the little one on his knees, he sobbed while the child cried two children crying together. Suddenly he leapt up. "I'm not for believing it," he thought.
It's been the way with Peter anyway, for the Lord has delivered him and prospered him, and I'm hearing on the best authority he has five thousand golden sovereigns sent home to Mr. Dumbell's bank at Douglas." Grannie came up with a basin of beef-tea, and Cæsar was hustled out of the room. "Come now, bogh; take a spoonful, and I'll lave you to yourself," said Grannie.
"Do, bogh," said Grannie cheerfully, "and Pete shall go with you." "Oh, no; I must be quite alone, mother." "Aw, aw! A lil errand, maybe! Shopping is it? Presents, eh? Take your tay, then." And Grannie rolled the blind, saying, "A beautiful morning you'll have for it, too. I can see the spire as plain as plain." Then, turning about, "Did you hear the bells this morning, Kitty?"
He returned to the window. "Kate!" he called softly. "Kate! Are you there? Do you hear me? It's Pete. Don't be frightened, Kate, bogh!" There was no response. He could hear the beat of the sea on the shore. The dog had perched himself on one end of the window sill and was beginning to whine. "What's this at all? She can't be out. Couldn't take the child anyway. Where's that Nancy?
Grannie dropped her needles and caught at her apron. "Dear heart alive, the child's herself again!" she said. "Has anything happened?" said Kate. "What time is it?" "Monday morning, bogh, thank the Lord for all His mercies!" cried Grannie. The familiar voice came again. It came from the direction of the stairs. "Who's that?" said Kate, whispering fearfully. "Pete himself, Kirry. Aw well! Aw dear!"
"Come home, bogh," said Grannie tenderly. "I've got no home," said Cæsar in a helpless way. "And I've got no money. The fire has taken all." "No matter, father," said Grannie. "We had nothing when we began; we'll begin again." Then Cæsar fell to mumbling texts of Scripture, and Grannie to soothing him after her simple fashion. "'My soul is passing through deep waters. I am feeble and sore broken.
He would stand no longer between husband and wife. Pete came back, bringing Grannie and Cæsar. The parson arrived soon after them. Kate was sitting with the child in her lap, and brooding over it like a bird above its nest. The child was still sleeping the sleep of health and innocence, but the mother's eyes were wild. "Bogh, bogh!" said Grannie, and she kissed her daughter. Kate made no response.
Here, a damsel of ten squaring her lists to fight a hulking fellow of twelve for her sister of six; and there, a mother wiping the eyes of her boy of five, and whispering "Hush, bogh; hush! You shall have the bladder when we kill the pig." Pete began to drink. "How do, Faddy? Taking joy of you, Juan. Are you in life, Thom! Half a glass of rum will do no harm, boys.
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