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'Ow! what ken I? says she, wi' anither ill leuk; an' wi' that she leuch an' turned awa, but turned back again or she wan to the door, an' says she 'Maybe ye didna ken 'at she was broucht to bed hersel' aboot a sax ooks ago? 'Puir leddy! said I, thinkin' mair o' her evil report nor o' the pains o' childbirth.
"He's a guid-hertit cratur!" said the mother, "for ane, that is, 'at's been sae ill broucht up." She rose, took from the shelf a large piece of bread, composed of many adhering penny-loaves, detached one, and went to the door. "Here, Gibbie!" she cried as she opened it; "here's a fine piece to ye." But no Gibbie was there. Up and down the street not a child was to be seen.
Foreseein' 's no forefen'in'. Ye ken yersel' 'at mony 's the time the seer has broucht the thing on by tryin' to haud it aff." "It will pe true, my son. Put it would aalways haf come." "Nae doobt; sae ye jist come in wi' me, daddy, an' sit doon by the ha' fire, an' I 'll come to ye as sune 's I've been to see 'at the maister disna want me.
I was jist fain to du something like wash the feet o' her. Whan I cam in that day the day efter ye broucht her hame, ye ken the luik of her puir, bonny, begrutten facy jist turnt my hert ower i' the mids o' me. I maist think, gien I hadna been able to du onything for her afore she gaed, I wud hae come hame here to my ain hoose like a deein sheep, and lain doon.
That wad be seven pun' ten i' the year, an' the bairnie micht amaist no freely but nigh-han' be broucht up upo' that." Margaret lifted her head and looked at him. "An' wha wad gie five per cent. for her bit siller, whan he can get it frae the bank, on guid security, for four an' a half?" "Jist mysel', Marget.
"It's Tod," says grandfaither, and passed the gless to Sandie. "Ay, it's him," says Sandie. "Or ane in the likeness o' him, says grandfaither. "Sma' is the differ," quo' Sandie. "De'il or warlock, I'll try the gun at him," quo' he, and broucht up a fowling-piece that he aye carried, for Sandie was a notable famous shot in all that country.
Disna he ken 'at Castle Warlock itsel' wad be a warl's honour to ony leddy no to say a lass broucht up ower a slauchter-hoose? Shame upo' him an' his!" "Weel, Grizzie," rejoined Cosmo, "ye may say 'at ye like, but I dinna believe he wad hae dune what he has dune" "Cha!" interrupted Grizzie; "what has he dune? Disna he ken the word o' a Warlock's as guid as gowd?
"Ye're grown sair, Annie," he said. "Sae are ye, Curly," answered Annie. "An' hoo's Alec?" "He's verra weel." Whereupon much talk followed, which need not be recorded. At length Curly said: "And hoo's the rottans?" "Ower weel and thrivin'." "Jist pit yer han' i' my coat-pooch, and see what I hae broucht ye." Knowing Curly's propensities, Annie refused. "It's a wild beast," said Curly.
"I dinna ken whether I believe in him as ye wad ca' believin' or no there's sic a heap o' things broucht to the fore nooadays 'at I canna richtly say I un'erstan'. But as he dee'd for me, I wad dee for him. Raither nor say I didna ken him, I wad hing aside him. Peter an' a', I canna say less." Mr Bigg's eyes began to smart, and he turned away his head.
"De'il or warlock, I'll try the gun at him," quo' he, and broucht up a fowling-piece that he aye carried, for Sandie was a notable famous shot in all that country. "Haud your hand, Sandie," says grandfaither; "we maun see clearer first," says he, "or this may be a dear day's wark to the baith of us." "Hout!" says Sandie, "this is the Lord's judgment surely, and be damned to it," says he.
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