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Eh, what a day will that be whan ilk habitant o' the holy city 'ill tramp the streets o' 't weel kenned and weel kennin!" "Ay, sir! I 'maist un'erstan' ye ootricht, for I h'ard ye ance sayin something like that to the mistress, the nicht ye broucht hame the maister's shune to Stanecross. And, eh, I'm richt glaid to see ye again!"
'I'm richt glaid to hear't! answered Kirsty. 'I was jist thinkin lang for a word o' the sort frae ye, Francie. I didna want to be the first to speyk o' 't. 'And I was just thinkin lang to hear ye speyk o' 't! returned Francis. 'I wantit to du't as the thing ye wad hae o' me! 'Even than, Francie, ye wudna, it seems, hae been doin 't to please me, and that pleases me weel!
"There was a road, Nicie, and I thought you would come after me." "I was a muckle geese, missie; but eh! I'm glaid I hae gotten ye. Come awa' an' see my mother." "Yes, Nicie. We'll tell her all about it. You see I haven't got a mother to tell, so I will tell yours." From that hour Nicie's mother was a mother to Ginny as well. "Anither o' 's lambs to feed!" she said to herself.
But ye're the neist best, and richt welcome. I'm as glaid as can be to see ye, Kirsty. Come awa ben the hoose. Kirsty followed him in silence, and sat down dejected. The loving heart saw it. 'Maybe ye're him efter a'! said Steenie. 'He can tak ony shape he likes. I wudna won'er gien ye was him! Ye're unco like him ony gait! 'Na, na, Steenie! I'm far frae that!
She rose, pushed back her chair, and met him in the middle of the room; put her old arms round him, offered her smooth white cheek to him, and wept. Robert wondered that she did not look older; for the time he had been away seemed an age, although in truth only eight months. 'Hoo are ye, laddie? she said. 'I'm richt glaid, for I hae been thinkin' lang to see ye. Sit ye doon.
And eh, glaid sure he maun be, wi sic a lot o' his bairns at hame aboot him! 'Ay, returned David with a sigh, thinking of his old comrade and the son he had left behind him, 'but there's the prodigal anes! 'Thank God, we hae nae prodigal! 'Aye, thank him! rejoined David; 'but he has prodigals that trouble him sair, and we maun see til't 'at we binna thankless auld prodigals oorsels!
Then first she saw that her master had reentered. Wiping her eyes hurriedly, she turned to him with a pitiful, apologetic smile. "Dinna be sair vext wi' me, sir: I canna help bein glaid that I had him, and to tyne him has gien me an unco sair hert!" She stopped, terrified: how much had he heard? she could not tell what she might not have said!
So the next time that Maggie brought the crowing infant to the kitchen, her father, who sat as usual under the small window, to gather upon his work all the light to be had, said, with one quick glance at the child "Eh, the bonny, glaid cratur!
"Hoots, man! it's no your lang nails nor yet yer heidit screws 'll haud doon the redeemt, gien the jeedgement war the morn's mornin'," said the sexton; "an' for the lave, they wad be glaid eneuch to bide whaur they are; but they'll a' be howkit oot, fear na ye that."
But gin lords an' lords' sons will walk afit like ither fowk, wha's to ken them frae ither fowk? 'Well, Miss Naper, he was no lord at all. He was nothing but a factor-body doon frae Glenbucket. 'There was sma' hairm dune than, my lord. I'm glaid to hear 't. But what'll yer lordship hae to yer supper? 'Noo, think o' that! returned the landlady, laughing.
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