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"That's why they pit on their blacks this mornin' afore it wes licht, and wrastled through the sna drifts at risk o' life. Drumtochty fouk canna say muckle, it's an awfu' peety, and they 'ill dae their best tae show naethin', but a' can read it a' in their een.
"No, I'm no' comin' to nae meetin'. I want naethin' to dae wi' yer unions. I can get on weel enough without them," curtly said Dan Sellars, the inmate. He was what Geordie somewhat expressively called a "belly-crawler," a talebearer, and one who drank and gambled along with Walker, Fleming, Robertson and a few others.
In effect, it informed Christina that she was welcome to disport herself even though the writer lay dead in a trench. While intended to be freezing, it had been written in considerable heat, physical and mental. 'Then what are ye gaun to dae the nicht? Willie pursued, his mind simmering with curiosity.
The factor was a man imported to the district: he had not the feudal habit of respect for decayed lordship. "Indeed he does? And why disna Andrew Lashcairn come tae dae his own begging?" Marcella stared at him and her eyes flashed with indignation though her knees were trembling. "He is not begging, Mr. Braid. But the beasts are crying for food and he's needin' the corn the night."
He was deein' o' consumption, an' I took guid care o' Sandy's sympathy. There was no askin' aboot him, mind ye. But there was a mean man i' the business, wha was never meant to be an undertaker. His name was Creighton, Tom Creighton, an' what dae ye think Tom did, to get his trade?" "I don't know," said Mr. Blake, rising to depart. "Weel, I'll tell ye.
Of coorse there was a chance that my scheme wad miscairry; but there's no a man on Spey frae Tulchan tae the Tug Net that kens the natur' o' saumon better nor mysel'. They're like sheep fat ane daes, the tithers will dae; an' gin the dowager hookit a fush, I hadna muckle doobt fat that fush wad dae. The dowager didna keep me vera lang in suspense.
'I've juist been coontin', went on Geordie, ignoring the remark and the laugh which followed, 'an' it's an awfu'-like money ye pit ower wi' the whusky. Ye see ye canna dae wi' ane bit glass; ye maun hae twa or three at the verra least, for it's no verra forrit ye get wi' ane glass. But wi' yon coffee ye juist get a saxpence-worth an' ye want nae mair.
Finally, when the last steaming dish had been laid upon the table, and she had begun to wipe them dry, she cleared her throat, and in a somewhat strained sort of voice asked, "Dae you ken, Rob, onything aboot Mysie?"
She was sittin' horn-idle, an' I said to her, 'D'ye niver tak' up a stockin'? and she says, 'I dinna need to dae naething. 'But, I says, 'a stockin' keeps your hands busy, an' keeps ye frae wearyin', but she juist said, 'I tell ye I dinna need to dae naething.
'What the dae you an' her jaw aboot? 'Nane o' your business! 'Haw, haw! laughed Willie, mirthlessly. 'My! but ye're a spoony deevil! nae offence intendit. The apology was made hastily owing to a sudden change in Macgregor's expression and colour. Macgregor lit a cigarette and returned his well-stocked aluminium case to his pocket. The silence was broken by Willie. 'Savin' up? 'Ay.
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