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The dancers found their feet by an instinct as rapid, and a rattling reel shook the floor like thunder. Jean Carnie assumed the privilege of a bride, and seized his lordship; Christie, who had a mind to dance with him too, took Flucker captive, and these four were one reel! There were seven others.
"When I'm aulder an' ye're younger." At this moment the four merchants, believing it useless to disguise their co-operation, returned to see what could be done. "We shall give you a guinea a barrel." "Why, ye offered her twenty-two shillings before." "That we never did, Mr. Miller." "Haw! haw!" went Flucker. Christie looked down and blushed.
"What is your will wi' me?" said she, coldly. "I I How pale you are!" "I am no very weel." "She has been watching over muckle wi' Flucker," said Jean. Christie thanked her with a look. "I hope it is not not " "Nae fears, lad," said she, briskly; "I dinna think that muckle o' ye." "And I think of nothing but you," said he.
"Wad ye even carted herrin with my fish caller fra' the sea? and Dunbar oh, fine! ye ken there's nae herrin at Dunbar the morn; this is the Dunbar schule that slipped westward. "I'll no be oot o' mine lang." Enter Flucker hastily, crying: "Cirsty, the Irishman will gie ye twenty-two schellin." "I'll no tak it," said Christie.
Here he was obliged to turn his head away. "But we'll no pairt," replied Christie, cheerfully. "Suppose ye're puir, I'm rich, and it's a' one; dinna be so cast down for auchty pund." At this, a slipshod servant entered, and said: "There's a fisher lad, inquiring for Christie Johnstone." "It will be Flucker," said Christie; "show him ben. What's wrang the noo I wonder!"
The nets came in as black as ink, no sign of a herring. There was but one opinion; there was no herring at Inch Keith; they had not been there this seven years. At last, Flucker, to whom she came in turn, told her he was going into two fathom water, where he would let out the bladders and drop the nets on their cursed backs.
Christie sat opposite him, and every time he looked off his plate he saw her rich blue eyes dwelling on him. Everything contributed to warm his heart, he yielded to the spell, he became contented, happy, gay. Flucker ginger-cordialed him, his sister bewitched him. She related the day's events in a merry mood. Mr. Gatty burst forth into singing.
Somewhere inside this jacket was Master Flucker, who had returned in the yacht, leaving his sister on the island. Gatty instantly poured out a flood of questions. The baddish boy reciprocated fluency. He informed him "that his sister had been the star of a goodly company, and that, her own lad having stayed away, she had condescended to make a conquest of the skipper himself.
"Good gear gangs in little book,"* said Jean. *Bulk. "Ay, does it," replied Flucker, assuming the compliment. "My lord!" said the artist, "you treat Art like a prince; and she shall treat you like a queen. When the sun comes out again, I will work for you and fame. You shall have two things painted, every stroke loyally in the sunlight.
He concludes thus: "You are all the lass I mean to have till I'm a skipper, and then I'll bear up alongside some pretty, decent lass, like yourself, Christie, and we'll sail in company all our lives, let the wind blow high or low." Such is the gracious Flucker become in his twentieth year.
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