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Not removing their clothing, they venturesomely pulled off their shoes, and thereafter, in some fashion, managed to squeeze together into the same berth. "Why, I'm a-layin' mighty comf'table now," exclaimed one presently, to his own evident surprise and gratification. "So'm I," exclaimed the other. Silence then for a little while, when again the first voice was heard: "Why, my feet's right wahm!"
Then, one at the head and the other at the feet, they brought the body out, and laid it on the bier. Kirsty went in again, and took Steenie's shoes, tying them in her apron. 'His feet's no sic a weicht noo! she said, as together they carried their burden home. The mother met them at the door.
I'm thinkin at sic a time they'll be efter helpin some puir body 'at the snaw's like to be ower muckle for. Eh me! gien I cud but get rid o' my feet, and win up to see! 'What for yer feet, Steenie? What ails ye aye at yer feet? Feet's gey usefu' kin o' thing's to craturs, whether gien them in fours or twas! 'Ay, but mine's sic a weicht! It's them 'at's aye haudin me doon!
"A white man here?" exclaimed the superior-looking person; "what can they mean?" "I'm ironed so heavy, Jimmy," continued Samson, "dat I can't set up much. My han's is tied togedder wid cord, my feet's in an iron clevis, and a ball's chained to de clevis." "Give me your hands," exclaimed Jimmy; "I'll settle them cords, by smoke!"
"This is your little child, Uncle Zeb," she answered with feeling, "and I have come out here to listen to you play." "De ol' man can't play 'less de feet's a-goin'," he replied, shaking his head solemnly. "You know you's al'ays danced fur ol' Zeb." A darker color came to her cheeks, and she turned smilingly to me. "Uncle Zeb taught me a jig when I was a wee thing in pinafores.
They're fine heumblin things, a body's feet! But, eh, it'll be fine wantin them! 'Whaur on earth gat ye sic notions aboot yer feet? Guid kens there's naething amiss wi' yer feet! Nouther o' ye hes ony rizzon to be ashamit o' yer feet. The fac is, your feet's by ordinar sma', Steenie, and can add but unco little to yer weicht! 'It's a' 'at ye ken, mother! answered Steenie with a smile.
"If I'd 'a' thought about it I'd 'a' made you some before we started. It don't take no time." Asia held out her hands, which were covered with warm red mitts. "I make 'em outen Billy's old socks after the feet's wore off." "I don't see how you know how to do so many things!" said Lovey Mary, admiringly. "'T ain't nothin'," disclaimed Asia, modestly. "It's jes the way maw brought us up.
Kirsty looked up, nodded her head, and smiled in return. Then they started in the direction of home, and for some time walked in silence. At length Steenie spoke. His voice was rather feeble, but clear, articulate, and musical. 'My feet's terrible heavy the nicht, Kirsty! he said. 'Gien it wasna for them, the lave o' me wud be up and awa. It's terrible to be hauden doon by the feet this gait!
Then he goes to the bat with his south hook 'n' Hamilton lays back his ears 'n' runs true again. . . . He out-games the Elephant a nod at the wire 'n' I'm twelve hundred to the clear. "When I gets to 'em, Micky's standin' in the track leanin' against Hamilton. The colt's shakin' all over 'n' his hind feet's in a big pool of blood.
It wud tak a body lat me see maybe half a year to trevel there upo' 's ain fit, answered Kirsty, after some meditation. 'And me a hantle langer, my feet's sae odious heavy! remarked Steenie with a sigh. As they drew near the house, their mother saw them coming, and went to the door to meet them. 'We're wantin a bit o' a can'le, and a spunk or twa, mother, said Kirsty.
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