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"I'm sorry to say, mem, 'at I canna," he answered. "I promised Maister Graham to tak the schule for him, an' lat him gang." "Weel, weel! Mr Graham's obleeged to ye, nae doobt, an' we canna help it. Gie my compliments to yer gran'father." "I'll du that, mem. He'll be sair pleased, for he's unco gratefu' for ony sic attention," said Malcolm, and with the words took his leave.
As they were washing their mess kits in a tub of greasy water, where bits of food floated in a thick scum, Hoggenback suddenly said in a low voice: "But it all piles up, Buddy; some day there'll be an accountin'. D'you believe in religion?" "No." "Neither do I. I come of folks as done their own accountin'. My father an' my gran'father before him.
She's a paad woman, 'tat she'll pe certain sure, though she'll nefor saw her to speak to her. She'll haf claaws to her poosoms." "Weel, daddy, there was naething ither to gar ye lo'e me. I was jist a helpless human bein', an' sae for that, an' nae ither rizzon, ye tuik a' that fash wi' me! An' for mysel', I'm deid sure I cudna lo'e ye better gien ye war twise my gran'father."
"Weel, daddy, gien ye cud lo'e me sae weel, kennin' me nae bluid's bluid o' yer ain I canna help it: I maun lo'e ye mair nor ever, noo' at I ken 't tu. Daddy, daddy, I had nae claim upo' ye, an' ye hae been father an' gran'father an' a' to me!" "What could she do, Malcolm, my poy? Ta chilt had no one, and she had no one, and so it wass. You must pe her own poy after all!
"You never get a chance," he assured her. "Those boy is of the gente. An' we don' call heem 'Don Mike' now. Before, yes; but now he is 'Don Miguel, like hees father. Same, too, like hees gran'father." Throughout this colloquy, Carolina had been busy exculpating herself from possible blame due to her failure to have prepared for the prodigal the sort of food she knew he preferred.
But that's no the pint. Mr. Lumley's here, seekin' a gill: is he to hae't? 'Has he had eneuch already, do ye think, Meg? 'I dinna ken aboot eneuch, mem; that's ill to mizzer; but I dinna think he's had ower muckle. 'Weel, lat him tak' it. But dinna lat him sit doon. 'Verra weel, mem, said Meg, and departed. 'What gars Mr. Lumley say 'at my gran'father was the blin' piper o' Portcloddie?
Gin yer mother had lived, I wad hae had mair houp, I confess, for she was a braw leddy and a bonny, and that sweet-tongued! She cud hae wiled a maukin frae its lair wi' her bonnie Hielan' speech. Nae mair cud yer father hoot! yer gran'father, I mean though his father cud speyk it weel.
"Gien ye set aboot shuttin' up, sir, or my lord I kenna whilk ye'll hae to begin nearer hame," said Malcolm, as he stooped to pick up the broadsword, and so complete his possession of the weapons. "An' ye'll please to haud in min', that nane here is an injured man but my gran'father himsel'." "Hey!" said the marquis; "what do you make of all my dishes?"
She had run to the kitchen door, and she stood there for a moment laughing merrily. "Oh, you do look all a gran'father in that chair, Mr. Dale. You do, indeed." Next moment she was singing at her work outside in the kitchen.
An' gien I was to neglec' it, my gran'father wad gang on skirlin' what's the English for skirlin', my leddy skirlin' o' the pipes?" "I don't know. But from the sound of the word I should suppose it stands for screaming."
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