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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Which of the questions did you break down in today?" "Please, sir, I cudna rest i' my grave till the resurrection," answered Sheltie, with but a dim sense of the humour involved in the reply. "'What benefits do believers receive from Christ at death?" said Mr Graham, putting the question with a smile.
"It was Sandy Claws, 'oman," says he, lauchin'. "He cudna get the box into your stockin', so he juist put your stockin' into the box. But it's juist sax an' half a dizzen, I suppose." I hude up the cake to the licht, an' read oot the braw white sugar letters "'To B. Bowden from a Fiend. But wha's the fiend, Sandy?" says I, I says. "Fiend!" roared Sandy, jumpin' ooten his bed. "Lat's see't."
Ye saw it cudna be agreeable to her to hae ye aboot her no that weel washed, and wi' claes ye didna keep tidy and clean! Sin' ever ye tuik to luikin efter Phemy, I hae had little trouble luikin efter you! 'I see't, Kirsty, I see't! I never thoucht o' the thing afore! I micht du a heap to mak mysel mair like ither fowk! I s' no forget, noo 'at I hae gotten a grip o' the thing. Ye'll see, Kirsty!
Malcolm laughed, and she could not help joining him. "Ye maun come the morn an' chise yer ain room i' the Hoose," he said. "What mean ye by that, laddie?" "At ye'll ha'e to come an' bide wi' me noo." "'Deed an' I s' du naething o' the kin', Ma'colm! H'ard ever onybody sic nonsense! What wad I du wi' Jean? An' I cudna thole men fowk to wait upo' me. I wad be clean affrontit."
An' gien I dinna like the schuilmaisterin', I can jist tak to the wark again, whilk I cudna dee sae weel gien I had tried the preachin': fowk wad ca' me a stickit minister! Or maybe they'll gie me the sheep to luik efter upo' Glashgar, whan they're ower muckle for my father, an' that wad weel content me. Only I wad hae to bigg a bit mair to the hoosie, to haud my buiks: I maun hae buiks.
I say naething aboot Grizzie an' me, wha cud aye tak care o' oorsel's gien we hadna three dowie men to luik efter. We did oor best, but whan a' oor ain siller was awa' efter the lave, we cudna win awa' oorsel's to win mair. Gien you three cud hae dune for yersel's, we wad hae been sen 'in' ye hame something."
"Ae day I pit a peen into that smooth-faced wratch Dowbiggin, juist because I cudna bear the look o' him; an' if he didna squeal like a stuck pig. Did Bulldog open his een an' look?" The audience has no remembrance of such a humiliating descent.
'Na, na; I ken naething for ither fowk only for mysel; and that's whiles mair nor I can win roun', no to say gie again! 'Some nicht ye'll lat me bide oot wi' ye a' nicht? I wud sair like it, Steenie! 'Ye sail, Kirsty; but it maun be some nicht ye hae sleepit a' day. 'Eh, but I cudna do that, tried I ever sae hard! 'Ye cud lie i' yer bed ony gait, and mak the best o' 't!
"A' said she cudna be cured, and it wes true, for there's juist ae man in the land fit for't, and they micht as weel try tae get the mune oot o' heaven. Sae a' said naethin' tae vex Tammas's hert, for it's heavy eneuch withoot regrets.
I sune fan' 'at I cudna hae spoken the word, gien I had daured ever sae stoot. For whan I opened my moo' to cry till her, I cud dee naething but shot oot a forkit tongue, an' cry sss. Mem, it was dreidfu'! Sae I had jist to tak in my tongue again, an' say naething, for fear o' fleggin' awa' my bonny leddy i' the steel claes.
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