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You ken what was the sicht that made me glare through the window instead o' looking at her; it was the sicht o' Mr. Dishart in the machine. I couldna speak, but I got my body atween her and the window, for I heard shouting, and I couldna doubt that it was the folk cursing him.
Gav Dishart was the one who had come by the burn, and his boots were cheeping like a field of mice. He gave the word "Stroke," and the three then looked at each other firmly. The lights of the town were not visible from the Cuttle Well, owing to an arm of cliff that is outstretched between, but the bell could be distinctly heard, and occasionally a shout of revelry.
I have all my life been something of a coward, and my voice shook when I said this, so that Gavin again entreated me to remain at the school-house, saying that if I did not he would accompany me. "And so increase my danger tenfold?" I pointed out. "No, no, Mr. Dishart, I go alone; and if I can do nothing with the congregation, I can at least send your mother word that you still live.
His successor, whom I knew better, was a greater scholar, and said, "Let us see what this is in the original Greek," as an ordinary man might invite a friend to dinner; but he never wrestled as Mr. Dishart, his successor, did with the pulpit cushions, nor flung himself at the pulpit door. Thrums had been known to me for years before I succeeded the captious dominie at the schoolhouse in the glen.
"I hope you have come back, Dishart, to speak more rationally?" Gavin told him why he had come back, and the doctor said he was a fool for his pains. "Is it useless, Dishart, to make another appeal to you?" "Quite useless, doctor," Gavin answered, promptly. "My mind is made up at last." That evening the little minister sat silently in his parlour.
Of Thrums's pavement it may here be said that when you come, even to this day, to a level slab you feel reluctant to leave it. This conspicuous innovation was introduced by Mr. Dishart, the minister, when he was young and audacious. The old, reverent custom in the kirk was for the precentor to read out the psalm a line at a time.
"We couldna dare," Nanny answered quickly, "You'll excuse her, Mr. Dishart, for the presumption?" "Presumption!" said the Egyptian, making a face. "Lassie," Nanny said, fearful to offend her new friend, yet horrified at this affront to the minister, "I ken you mean weel, but Mr. Dishart'll think you're putting yoursel' on an equality wi' him."
Though really of the average height, she was a little thing to the eyes of Gavin, who always felt tall and stout except when he looked down. The grace of her swaying figure was a new "Mr. Jean had clutched at Gavin in Bank Street. Her hair was streaming, and her wrapper but half buttoned. "Oh, Mr. Dishart, look at the mistress! I couldna keep her in the manse."
"Na faags," replied the gypsy out of the cloak. "Really, Mr. Dishart, you had better not ask," she added, replacing it over her. She followed him, meaning to gain the open by the fields to the north of the manse. "Good-bye," she said, holding out her hand, "if you are not to give me up." "I am not a policeman," replied Gavin, but he would not take her hand.
"Then he must remain here and keep the house till we come back," said the Egyptian, and thereupon departed, with a friendly wave of her hand to the minister. "She's an awfu' lassie," Nanny said, apologetically, "but it'll just be the way she has been brought up." "She has been very good to you, Nanny." "She has; leastwise, she promises to be. Mr. Dishart, she's awa'; what if she doesna come back?"
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