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"Her father," he continued, "fought and fell for his coontry. A man as fights for's coontry's a right to hould up his head ay! with any in the land. Desb'roughs o' Dorset! d'ye know that family, Master Feverel?" Richard did not know them, and, by his air, did not desire to become acquainted with any offshoot of that family.
The general feeling among the intimates of the deceased was expressed by Davit when he said: "It may do the crittur nae guid i' the tail o' the day, but he paid for's bit o' ground, an' he's in's richt to occupy it." The custom was to push the coffin on to the wall up a plank, and then let it drop less carefully into the cemetery.
"Whan yer back's to the wa', ye canna fa'. An angry chiel' 'ill ca' up the deil; but an angry wife 'll gar him rin for's life. When I'm angert, I fear no aiven his lordship there!" Lord Lick-my-loof turned and went, and Grizzie set to work like a fury, probably stung by the sense that she had gone too far.
"Or a cart or anything?" asked Mrs. Milton. "John Ooker's gart a cart, but no one can't 'ire'n," said the larger of the small boys, partially averting his face and staring down the road and making a song of it. "And so's my feyther, for's leg us broke." "Not a cart even! Evidently. What shall we do?" It occurred to Mrs.
I maun hae been walkin' i' my sleep!" said Jean to herself aloud. "Or maybe that guid laddie Donal Grant's been wullin' to gie me a helpin' han' for's mither's sake, honest wuman! The laddie's guid eneuch for onything! ay, gien 'twar to mak' a minister o'!" Eagerly, greedily, Gibbie now watched her every motion, and, bent upon learning, nothing escaped him: he would do much better next morning!
"But I think we're tell'd that there'll be mony mansions," says I; "an' nae doubt there'll be mony kinds o' occupation too. There'll be a chance for's a' bein' happy in oor ain wey, I'm thinkin'. I only wiss we was sure we wud a' get there." "Ah, Bawbie, lassie, that's whaur you're wyzer than the whole dollop o's," says the Smith.
"Wha was that?" asked his wife. "Ow! it was naebody but Jeames Johnston, wantin' a bit o' flannin for's wife's coatie." "And what had he to say 'at keepit ye till yer tay's no fit to drink?" "Ow! my tay'll do weel eneuch. It's nae by ordinar' cauld." "But what said he?" "Weel! hm! hm! He said it was fine frosty weather." "Ay, nae doobt! He kent that by the way the shuttle flew. Was that a'?"
I'll come and see ye the morn's nicht, gin ye'll lat me." "My name's Thomas Crann. I'm a stonemason. Speir at Robert Bruce's chop, and they'll direc ye to whaur I bide. Ye may come the morn's nicht, and welcome. Can ye sup parritch?" "Ay, weel that." "My Jean's an extrornar han' at parritch. I only houp puir Esau had half as guid for's birthricht. Ye'll hae a drappy wi' me?"
"We're takin' up oor heids aboot a place we may never get till; an', I'm thinkin', it'll be better for's a' to stick in here an' do what's fair an' richt. If we mak' shure o' that, we may lave a' the rest till a higher hand." Mistress Kenawee landit in to see what had come ower Dauvid, an', dear me, when I lookit at the tnock, here, it was five meenits to ten.
The general feeling among the intimates of the deceased was expressed by Davit when he said: "It may do the crittur nae guid i' the tail o' the day, but he paid for's bit o' ground, an' he's in's richt to occupy it." The custom was to push the coffin on to the wall up a plank, and then let it drop less carefully into the cemetery.
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