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'An' what was that ye said aboot Liz, that she was here in Glesca? Weel, if she is, she's never lookit near. It's gentry bairns we hae, Leezbeth; let's be thankfu' for them. This mild sarcasm did not greatly affect Walter, he was too familiar with it. 'I heard she had been seen, but perhaps it was a mistake. It must have been, or she would surely have come here.
Boys, here's the man I feucht wi' in Glesca. Ye mind I telled ye about it. He laid me oot, and it's my turn to do the same wi' him. I had a notion I was gaun to mak' a nicht o't. There's naebody can hit Geordie Hamilton without Geordie gettin' his ain back some day. Get up, man, for I'm gaun to knock the heid off ye.
The first was when Hamilton, having gone to Boulogne to fetch some mess-stores, returned with the startling news that he had seen Gresson. He had not heard his name, but described him dramatically to me as the wee red-headed devil that kicked Ecky Brockie's knee yon time in Glesca, sirr, I recognized the description. Gresson, it appeared, was joy-riding.
Borthwick and give it to his son John, wha's married on a Glasca girl, a shelpit wee thing wi' a Glesca accent like skirling pipes played by a drunken piper."
'It's a shame, she said, 'a horrid shame, that we should never hae kent there was a place like this ootside o' Glesca. Wha is't made for? the rich, I suppose, as the best things are. 'Oh no, said Teen quite gently. 'There are plenty puir folk in the country, an' bad folk tae. Mrs.
"Perhaps somebody played a practical joke on you. The Green Lady is Glencardine's favourite spectre, isn't she perfectly harmless, I mean?" "Ay, miss. Lots o' folk saw her ten year syne. But nooadays she seems to ha'e been laid. Somebody said they saw her last Glesca holidays, but I dinna believe 't." "Neither do I, Stewart.
I think she cannot have been away from Glasgow at all. We must try and find her, you and I, and get her down here. 'I'll get her, if she's in Glesca! cried Teen excitedly. 'Did ye speak to her? What did she look like? 'Very ill, I thought, and strange, answered Gladys slowly. 'She only peeped into our carriage window as we drove away from the concert hall.
'Yes, answered Teen, without a moment's hesitation 'Learnin' to be an actress, as sure as I sit here. 'Somehow I don't think it. I have an odd feeling at times about her, as if she were not so far away from us as we imagine. 'She's no' in Glesca, onyway. She couldna be in Glesca withoot me kennin', replied Teen confidently.
He had suffered enough, and the cocoa-nut was the limit! . . . 'Are ye for Glesca? Willie persisted when Macgregor was giving himself a 'tosh up' in the billet. 'Ay, am I! he snapped at last. 'Hurray for the hero! Weel, gi'e Maggie yin on the squeaker frae me, an' tell her no to greet for me, because I'm no worthy o' her pure unselfish love, etceetera.
'It's queer, said Teen musingly, 'very queer. I feel as if I wad like to gang back to Glesca this very day, and see her. 'You might go to-morrow, if you like, said Gladys. 'I daresay you will find her much quicker than I should; she would not be so shy of you. Teen turned her head and gave Gladys a strange, intent look, which seemed to ask a question.
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