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Cathro having failed to dislodge the Jacobites, the seat of war had been changed by Victoria to the Dovecot, whither her despatches were now forwarded.
She had put the question to herself before not, indeed, before going to Monypenny but before calling on the Dominie and decided that she wanted to send Tommy to college, because she disliked him so much that she could not endure the prospect of his remaining in Thrums. Now, are you satisfied? She could scarcely take time to say good-evening to Mr. Cathro before telling him the object of her visit.
"It can't seem so foolish to you," replied Cathro, scratching his head, "as it seems to me six days in seven." "And you know that Aaron Latta has sworn to send him to the herding if he does not carry a bursary. Surely the wisest course would be to apprentice him now to some trade " "What trade would not be the worse of him?
"Yes, I could," said Elspeth, who had been won over by Miss Ailie; "it will be so fine, Tommy, to see you again after I hinna seen you for three hours." Tommy was little known to Mr. Cathro at this time, except as the boy who had got the better of a rival teacher in the affair of Corp, which had delighted him greatly.
"You want me to speir in your name whether she'll have you, do you?" asked Cathro, with a flourish of his pen. "It's no just so simple as that," said Andrew, and then he seemed to be rather at a loss to say what it was. "I dinna ken," he continued presently with a grave face, "whether you've noticed that I'm a gey queer deevil? Losh, I think I'm the queerest deevil I ken."
Cathro would have banged the boy's head had not the ministers interfered. "It is so easy, too, to find the right word," said Mr. Gloag. "It's no; it's as difficult as to hit a squirrel," cried Tommy, and again Mr. Ogilvy nodded approval. But the ministers were only pained. "The lad is merely a numskull," said Mr. Dishart, kindly. "And no teacher could have turned him into anything else," said Mr.
To be an artist is a great thing, but to be an artist and not know it is the most glorious plight in the world. Other fickle clients put their correspondence into the boy's hands, and Cathro found it out but said nothing. Dignity kept him in check; he did not even let the tawse speak for him.
He could not help adding, though he felt the unwisdom of it, "She got some other body to do them first, but his letters didna satisfy her." "Oh!" said Mr. Cathro, and it was such a vicious oh that Tommy squeaked tremblingly, "I dinna know who he was."
"Such as?" asked Cathro, who could at times be as inquisitive as the doctor. "We need not go into that. But suppose it appealed to him?" Cathro considered. "To be candid," he said, "I don't think he could study, in the big meaning of the word. I daresay I'm wrong, but I have a feeling that whatever knowledge that boy acquires he will dig out of himself.
"But if the sacket thinks he can play any of his tricks on me," he told Aaron, "there is an awakening before him," and he began the cramming of Tommy for a bursary with perfect confidence. But before the end of the month, at the mere mention of Tommy's name, Mr. Cathro turned red in the face, and the fingers of his laying-on hand would clutch an imaginary pair of tawse.
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