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"An' guid rizzon had she for that, gien a' 'at gangs throu' my heid er I fa' asleep i' the lang mirk nichts be a hair better nor ane o' the auld wives' fables 'at fowk says the holy buik maks sae licht o'." "What mean ye?" demanded Miss Horn, sternly and curtly.
"'Cause it's no fair to set doon a' thing for wrang 'at ye ha'e been i' the w'y o' hearing aboot by them 'at kens as little aboot them as yersel'. I cam here mysel', ohn kent whaur I was gaein', the ither nicht, for the first time i' my life; but I wasna fleyt like you, 'cause I kent frae the buik a' 'at was comin'. I hae h'ard in a kirk in ae ten meenutes jist a sicht o' what maun ha'e been sair displeasin' to the hert a' the maister a' 's a'; but that nicht I saw nae ill an' h'ard nae ill, but was weel peyed back upo' them 'at did it an' said it afore the business was ower, an' that's mair nor ye'll see i' the streets o' Portlossie ilka day.
'Dinna be ill-tongued, Robert, or I'll jist gang benn the hoose to the mistress. 'Betty, wha began wi' bein' ill-tongued? Gin ye tell my grandmither that I gaed oot the nicht, I'll gang to the schuilmaister o' Muckledrum, and get a sicht o' the kirstenin' buik; an' gin yer name binna there, I'll tell ilkabody I meet 'at oor Betty was never kirstened; and that'll be a sair affront, Betty.
When Jessie Hewson returned, she found him seated where she had left him, so buried in his volume that he did not lift his head when she entered. 'Ye hae gotten a buik, she said. 'Ay have I, answered Robert, decisively. 'It's a fine buik, that. Did ye ever see 't afore? 'Na, never.
"An' she stoopit doon an' kissed my burnin' lips; an' I waukit up, an' the fever was a' past an' by. I tell't Betsy, an' she grat wi' joy. 'It's i' the Buik, she said. "'What's i' the Buik? I speirt. "'A little child shall lead them, Betsy said." I talked a little while with Geordie as one talks with a shipwrecked sailor who has gained the shore. He asked me to pray.
Mr Cupples, having made a translation of the inscription, took it to Thomas Crann. "Do ye min' what Bruce read that nicht ye saw him tak' something oot o' the beuk?" he asked as he entered. "Ay, weel that. He began wi' the twenty-third psalm, and gaed on to the neist." "Weel, read that. I faun' 't on a blank leaf o' the buik."
Whan I took hame yer leddyship's buik the ither day, ye sent me half a croon by the han' o' yer servan' lass. Afore her I wasna gaein' to disalloo onything ye pleased wi' regaird to me; an' I thocht wi' mysel' it was maybe necessar' for yer leddyship's dignity an' the luik o' things " "How dare you hint at any understanding between you and me?" exclaimed the girl in cold anger.
Cosmo, by gie ower muckle tether to wull thoucht, an' someday ye'll be laid i' the dub, followin' what has naither sense intil't, nor this warl's gude. What was ye thinkin' aboot the noo? Tell me that, an' Is' lat ye gang." "I was thinkin' aboot the burnie, gran'mamma." "It wad be tellin' ye to lat the burnie rin, an' stick to yer buik, laddie!"
"What is a big shame?" said the voice of the marquis close behind him. Malcolm started, and almost dropped the volume. "I beg yer lordship's pardon," he said; "I didna hear ye come in. "What is the book you were reading?" asked the marquis. "I was jist readin' a bit o' Milton's Eikonoklastes," answered Malcolm, " a buik I hae hard tell o', but never saw wi' my ain een afore."
My remark seemed to pass unnoticed, for Geordie had more to say. "Hark ye, an' I'll tell ye hoo God cam' to me. 'Twas near the dawn this verra mornin' I had a dream, an' wee Jessie cam' to me. An' that was God, nae ither ane but God. 'Oot o' the mooth o' babes, is that no' i' the Buik?
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