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"That's not answering my question," retorted Florimel. "Weel, the second thing I wad du," said Malcolm, thoughtfully, and pausing a moment, "wad be to get Mr Graham to gang wi' me to Ebberdeen, an' cairry me throu' the classes there. Of coorse, I wadna try for prizes; that wadna be fair to them 'at cudna affoord a tutor at their lodgin's."
She better write them a bit letter, an' tell them she's fa'en in wi' an auld acquaintance, a lass ca'd Agnes Gracie, a dacent yoong wuman, an' haein' lost her ro'd an' bein' unco tired, she's gaein' hame wi' her to sleep; an' the laird o' Glenwarlock was sae kin' 's to sen' his man upo' his horse to cairry the letter. That w'y there'll be nae lees tellt, an' no ower muckle o' the trowth."
'Up yer sleeve, as a rule, said Macgregor very solemnly. 'Guid Goad! I'll pass the cream cookies. 'But they're awfu' tasty. 'Are they? . . . Weel, what dae ye dae if it bursts? 'Never let bug. 'Ay, but but what aboot the cream? 'Best cairry an extra hanky an' plug yer sleeve wi' it.
Ye didna say the pictur wasna there. 'The pictur 's no there, Steenie. We've come upon a hole, mother, 'at we want to gang doon intil and see what it's like, said Kirsty. 'The weicht o' my feet brak throu intil 't, added Steenie. 'Preserve 's, lassie! tak tent whaur ye cairry the bairn! cried the mother. 'But, eh, tak him whaur ye like, she substituted, correcting herself.
"Is your father in the house?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer, went in. "Such a big boy is too heavy for you to carry!" he added, as he laid his hand on the latch of the kitchen door. "No ae bit!" rejoined Maggie, with a little contempt at his disparagement of her strength. "And wha's to cairry him but me?"
"Na, na, a' daurna promise for the roup, but ye can cairry it on whether a 'm there or no; prices dinna hang on a beadle, and they 're far mair than appearances. A 'm juist beginning tae plan the reddin' up for the Saicrament, an' a 've nae speerit for pleesure; div ye ken, Hillocks, a' wud actually coont a funeral distrackin'."
I call upo' ilk ane o' ye 'at has a frien' or a neebor down yonner, to rise up an' taste nor bite nor sup mair till we gang up a'thegither to the fut o' the throne, and pray the Lord to lat's gang and du as the Maister did afore 's, and beir their griefs, and cairry their sorrows doon in hell there; gin it maybe that they may repent and get remission o' their sins, an' come up here wi' us at the lang last, and sit doon wi' 's at this table, a' throuw the merits o' oor Saviour Jesus Christ, at the heid o' the table there.
"That's true, mem, an' it canna be I sud ever forget yon face ye shawed me i' the coffin, the bonniest, sairest sicht I ever saw," returned Malcolm, with a quaver in his voice. "But what for cairry yer thouchts to the deid face o' her? Ye kent the leevin' ane weel," objected Miss Horn. "That's true, mem; but the deid face maist blottit the leevin' oot o' my brain." "I'm sorry for that.
The maister, I mak nae doobt, 'ill len' me a horse to come for ye i' the morning." "I winna hear o' 't!" answered Maggie. "I can tramp the lave o' the ro'd as weel's you, Andrew!" "But I hae a' thae things to cairry, and that'll no lea' me a ban' to help ye ower the burn!" objected Andrew. "What o' that?" she returned. "I was sae fell tired o' sittin that my legs are jist like to rin awa wi' me.
"I canna say what was true or what was fause i' the scandal o' her tale, nor what for she tuik the trouble to cairry 't to me, but it sune cam to be said 'at the yoong laird was but half wittet as weel's humpit, an' 'at his mither cudna bide him. An' certain it was 'at the puir wee chap cud as little bide his mither.
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