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Tommy cried, "If there is any more to tell, Corp, be quick." "There's what I come here to tell you. It was no langer syne than jimply an hour. We thocht the bairn was playing at the gavle-end, and that Grizel was up the stair. But they werena, and I gaed straight to Double Dykes. She wasna there, but the bairn was, lying greetin' on the floor.
Dan had a stone jar in his hand, and he poured a stiff jorum, and held it to auld Kate, greetin' at the fireside. "The Red Laird's gone tae his ain folk, cailleach," says Dan, standing straight and manly beside the huddled old woman. "Good points he had and bad, but he's finished his last rig and taken the long fee.
E? He's my ain meenister." Susanna kens her Bible weel, but she's never gaed forrit." "Dr. F? I ca' him the greetin' doctor! He's aye dingin' the dust oot o' the poopit cushions, an' greetin' ower the sins o' the human race, an' eespecially o' his ain congregation. He's waur sin his last wife sickened an' slippit awa'. 'Twas a chastenin' he'd put up wi' twice afore, but he grat nane the less.
But I could see she had been greetin'. She looked feared, yet kind o' determined. I speired if I could do anything for her, and when she got my meaning she was terrible anxious to ken if I had seen a man a big man, she said, wi' a yellow beard. She didn't seem to ken his name, or else she wouldna' tell me. The auld wife was mortal feared, and was aye speakin' in a foreign langwidge.
He has won her to kneel he is prayin, an' greetin aside her. I canna see noo, my een's blinded." "He's a gude mon," said Christie. "Oh, what wad we do without the ministers?"
"Weel, man!" said the laird, with a laugh that had in it just a touch of scorn, "gien the thing be sae plain, what gars ye gang that gait aboot the buss to say't? Du ye tak me and Cosmo here for bairns 'at wad fa' a greetin' gien ye tellt them their ba-lamb wasna a leevin' ane-naething but a fussock o' cotton-'oo', rowed roon' a bit stick? We're naither o' 's complimentit. Come, Cosmo.
She was bravely trying to smile, and accused herself of being a silly fool. Miss Jelliffe put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "You never said you would like to go with us, Susie," she said. "I'll be only too glad to take you if you want to come." "Now don't be after foolin' me jest ter make me stop greetin' like a silly calf!" exclaimed Susie. "Yer sure don't mean it, does yer?"
He had no right to think that she was not vexed, and she cried quietly beneath the blankets. "Here's Mysie greetin'," cried her little brother, who lay beside her. "Mither, Mysie's greetin'." "What's wrang wi' her?" called the mother anxiously from the other bed. "I dinna' ken," answered the boy, "she'll no' tell me." "What is't that's wrang with you, Mysie?" again called the mother more sharply.
If Andy'd been a good miner, if he'd started by doing well, at least, as well as he could, the thing he had the chance to do, then we'd have been right to think that all he needed to be famous and successful was to have the chance. But, as it was, Andy was always too busy greetin' over his bad luck. It was bad luck that he had to work below ground, when he loved the sunshine.
She swings in swaggery, gives Mr. Robert the college hick greetin', and when I'm introduced to her treats me to a grip that I felt the tingle of for half an hour. "Hello, Kid!" says she. "I've heard of you. Torchy, eh? Well, the name's a fine fit." "Yes," says I, "I was baptized with my hat off." "Ripping!" says she. "I like that. Torchy! Couldn't be better."
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