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"Ay," he said dryly in his throat; "verra good, baker, verra good! Who's yellow doag's that? I never saw the beast about the town before!" "Nor me either. It's a perfect stranger!" "It's like a herd's doag!" "Man, you're right! That's just what it will be. The morn's Fleckie lamb fair, and some herd or other'll be in about the town."
"What green teeth he has!" thought Wilson, who was not fastidious. "The Coal Company are meaning to erect a village for five hundred miners a mile out the Fleckie Road, and they're running a branch line up the Lintie's Burn that'll need the building of a dozen brigs. I'm happy to say I have nabbed the contract for the building." "Man, Mr. Gibson, d'ye tell me that!
"I like them," said Christie: "they're lighter than the earthen ones, and no' so easily broken. We've got much more milk since the cows went into the upper field. You'll see what a pailful Fleckie gives." "Fleckie is your favourite yet," said Effie, smiling, as they left the dairy together. "Oh, yes! she's the best of them all and so gentle! and I'm sure she knows me.
The blackbirds and thrushes welcomed the cooler air with a gush of musical piping, as if the liquid tenderness of the morning had actually got into their throats and made them softer. "You had better snoove away then," said Gourlay. "Donnerton's five mile ayont Fleckie, and by the time you deliver the meal there, and load the ironwork, it'll be late ere you get back.
"He's wanting to barrow money," she cried; "I'm nearly sure o't! I maun caution Johnny when he comes back frae Fleckie, afore he gangs east the toon. Gourlay could get him to do ocht! He always admired the brute I'm sure I kenna why. Because he's siccan a silly body himsell, I suppose!" It was after dark when Gourlay met Coe on the street.
I've been over at Fleckie for the last ten days my brother Rab's dead and won away, as I dare say you have heard oh yes, we must all go so, ye see, I'm scarcely abreast o' the latest intelligence. What's Wilson doing here? I thought he had been a pawnbroker in Embro." "Noat he!
"I was taking a walk," he would answer thickly; "there's a fine moon!" It was true that when his terrible depression seized him he was sometimes tempted to seek the rapture and peace of a moonlight walk upon the Fleckie Road.
And so, hens and chickens, and little brown sparrows did much to win her from a regretful remembrance of the past, and to reconcile her to what was strange "unco like" in her new home. Her cows were, perhaps, her prime favourites. Not that she would acknowledge them at all equal to "Fleckie" or "Blackie," now, probably, the favourites of another mistress on the other side of the sea.
Atweel, ay, sirs, Gourlay has that morning's work to blame for the poor wife he has now. Him and Munn never spoke to each other again, and Munn died within the twelvemonth he got his death that morning on the Fleckie Road. But, for a' so pack's they had been, Gourlay never looked near him."
At last Gourlay made up his mind to go out and make inquiries at his house, out the Fleckie Road. It was a quiet, big house, standing by itself, and Gourlay was glad there was nobody to see him. It was Miss Coe herself who answered his knock at the door. She was a withered old shrew, with fifty times the spunk of Johnny.
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