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In a quiet voice, with a little quaver in it, she said aloud: 'Gien ye be here, Steenie, and hae the pooer, lat's ken gien there be onything lyin til oor han' 'at ye wuss dune. I'm sure, gien there be, it's for oor sakes and no for yer ain, glaid as we wud a' be to du onything for ye: the bonny man lats ye want for naething; we're sure o' that! 'Ay are we, Steenie, assented his father.
"I was only so glaid to see you an' Nicie 'at I forgot my mainners." "Then," returned Ginny, quite satisfied, "would you mind telling me what book you were reading?" "It's a buik o' ballants," answered Donal. "I'll read ane o' them till ye, gien ye like, mem." "I should like very much," responded Ginny. "I've read all my own books till I'm tired of them, and I don't like papa's books.
He's been sae lang disused til a wan'erin life, that I doobt it mayna weel agree wi' him; and I maun awa' back to Deemooth, gien I can get onybody to gie me a lift." "Na, na; that'll never dee," returned Maggie, with a sob. "My father'll be glaid eneuch to keep him; only we hae nae richt ower him, and ye maun hae him again whan ye wull." "Ye see I hae nae place to tak him til!" pleaded Isy.
"Weel," he said, "I am glaid o' that, Ma'colm, I beg yer pardon, my lord, I sud say. Annie!" "Haud a quaiet sough, man. I wadna hae 't come oot at Scaurnose first. I'm come noo 'cause I want ye to stan' by me." "I wull that, my lord." "Weel, gang an' gether yer boat's crew, an' fess them doon to the cove, an' I'll tell them, an' maybe they'll stan' by me as weel."
There's no rizzon, tap nor tae, i' the puir body, and ye're naewise b'und to her farther nor to du richt by her. 'I'm glaid ye dinna want me to gang, answered Kirsty. 'She carries hersel that gran' 'at ye're maist driven to the consideration hoo little she's worth; and that's no the richt speerit anent onybody or thing God thoucht worth makin.
"Weel, I'm sure they wad be richt glaid to see yersel', missie, ony time 'at ye likit to gang an' see them." "Why shouldn't we go now, Nicie? It's not a dangerous place, is it?" "No, missie. Glashgar's as quaiet an' weel-behaved a hill as ony in a' the cweentry," answered Nicie, laughing.
"Peter," said Malcolm, "ye was quite richt to gang, but I'm glaid they didna lat ye." "I wad ha'e been half w'y to Port Gordon or noo," said Peter. "But noo ye'll no gang to Port Gordon," said Malcolm. "Ye'll jist gang to the Salmon for a feow days, till we see hoo things gang." "I'll du onything ye like, Ma'colm," said Peter, and went into the house to fetch his bonnet.
"I'm glaid to see the yoong wuman an' a bonny lass she is in sic guid company," said Miss Horn, looking down from the opposite side of the way. "I'm thinkin' the han' o' the markis 'ill be i' this, no'!" All was ready to receive her, but in the present bad state of the harbor, and the tide having now ebbed a little way, the boat could not get close either to quay or shore.
It came from the lips of Thomas Crann, who, although stooping from asthma and rheumatism, still rose nearly a foot above the head of Mr Cupples. "I was glaid to see ye at oor kirk, sir," said Thomas. "What for that?" returned the librarian, who always repelled first approaches, in which he was only like Thomas himself, and many other worthy people, both Scotch and English.
But Tibbie resumed: "Ye maunna think, hooever, 'cause sic longin' thouchts come ower me, that I gang aboot the hoose girnin' and compleenin' that I canna open the door and win oot. Na, na. I could jist despise the licht, whiles, that ye mak' sic a wark aboot, and sing and shout, as the Psalmist says; for I'm jist that glaid, that I dinna ken hoo to haud it in.
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