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I doubt Jean doesna know one letter from another, though I've whiles tried to make her understand," added Geordie, rather ruefully, as he glanced towards the smiling little maiden, who sat quite unabashed at this account of her ignorance.
I ha'e seen him whiles sair concernt for ither fowk." "'At they wouldna hand wi' him, and war condemnt in consequence wasna that it?" "I canna answer ye that, bairn." "Weel, I ken he doesna like you no ae wee bit. He's aye girdin at ye to ither fowk!" "May be: the mair's the need I sud lo'e him." "But noo can ye, father?"
What's the use o' byganes but to learn frae them hoo to meet the bycomes? Ye'll please to hear me oot; and gin Alec doesna like to hear me, he maun jist sit and hear me." "Fire away, Mr Cupples," said Alec. "I will.�-For them that didna pass i' the en' o' the last session, there's an examination i' the beginnin' o' the neist�-gin they like to stan' 't.
Her hands are getting bad again. I must be busy while I am here. Never mind the walk. We'll get a long walk together if we go to the kirk." "Yes, if it doesna rain, or if something doesna happen to hinder us." But she looked as though she thought there was nothing so pleasant in store for her as a long walk with Effie; and she worked away at the faded little garment with many a sigh.
"I dinna ken," was the boy's eager reply; "but she's been seekin ane this aught days, an mair; an' Nan Black says, if somebody doesna help her, she maun tak her twa bairns, an' gang an' beg. Noo, faither, could we no do something?
There's nobody speaks sense to me but you, Mr Cupples. "''Deed, mem, says I, 'I dinna ken whaur it's to come frae the nicht. For I hae nae sense left but ane, and that's nearhan' 'wi' excess o' brightness blind. Auld Spenser says something like that, doesna he, mem? I added, seein' that she luikit some grave.
Visions of home-made goodies had danced before our eyes, but as the hall clock doesna strike she is unable to rise at any exact hour, and as the range draft is bad, and the coals too hard to batter up wi' a hatchet, we naturally have to content ourselves with the baker's loaf. And this is a truthful portrait of 'Calamity Jane, our one Pettybaw grievance.
"I was trying to keep it frae you," replied Tommy, sadly. She seized his arm. "Is it Reddy?" she gasped, for the story of Reddy had been a terror to her all her days. "She doesna ken I was the laddie that diddled her in London," he said, "and I promise you never to let on, Elspeth. I I just went to the Den with her to say things that would put her off the scent.
Nanny followed me to the gate with her gown pulled over her head, and said excitedly: "Oh, dominie, I warrant it's true. It'll be Babbie. Sanders doesna suspect, because I've telled him nothing about her. Oh, what's to be done? They were baith so good to me." I could only tell her to keep what she knew to herself. "Has Rob Dow come back?" I called out after I had started.
It is the only way the infliction can be endured, for the sitting-room is so small that we cannot keep the door closed habitually. The effect of this plan is something like the following: She. "The range has sic a bad draft I canna mak' the fire draw!" We. 'But I'm ower auld for the tears to start, An' sae the sighs maun blaw! She. "The clock i' the hall doesna strike.
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