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"Gien ye dinna want him, gie him to me: I want him!" said Maggie eagerly. "Want him!" returned Isy, bursting into tears; "I hae lived but upo the bare houp o' gettin him again! I hae grutten my een sair for the sicht o' 'im! Aften hae I waukent greetin ohn kenned for what! and noo ye tell me I dinna want him, 'cause I hae nae spot but my breist to lay his heid upo!
The minister was sair owercome at the prospec', honest man. It was a' he cud do, to win at the en' o' his discoorse ohn grutten ootricht." "He sees into the will o' the Almichty. He's far ben wi' Him that's verra clear." "Ay, lass, ay."
There's naething 'at you or onybody can dee for me! But I'm near the mou o' the pit, and God be thankit, I'll be ower the rim o' 't or I hae grutten my last greit oot! For God's sake gie me a drink a drink o' onything!" "I daurna gie ye onything to ca' drink," answered the minister, who could scarcely speak for the swelling in his throat. "The thing to dee ye guid is a cup o' het tay!
Robert had not hitherto understood it this wail of a pastoral and ploughing people over those who had left their side to return no more from the field of battle. But Mr. Lammie's description of his grandfather's rendering laid hold of his heart. 'I wad raither be grutten for nor kissed, said he, simply. 'Haud ye to that, my lad, returned Mr. Lammie.
"Then ye can pairt wi' the auld hoose ohn grutten?" "As easy, father, as wi' a piece whan I wasna hungry. I do not say that another mood may not come, for you know the flesh lusteth against the spirit as well as the spirit against the flesh; but in my present mood of light and peace, I rejoice to part with the house as a victory of the spirit.
Now certainly Francis had not cried much; his eyes were, notwithstanding, a little red. He had not yet learned to lie, but he might then have made his first assay had he had a fib at his tongue's end; as he had not, he gloomed deeper, and made no answer. 'You've been fighting! said his mother. 'I haena, he returned with rude indignation. 'Gien I had been, div ye think I wud hae grutten?
"The maister's a hantle quaieter than usual. I fancy he's a' the better behaved for's brunt fingers. But, oh, Alec!" And here the little maiden burst into a passionate fit of crying. "What's the matter, Annie," said Mrs Forbes, as she drew her nearer, genuinely concerned at the child's tears. "Oh! mem, ye didna see hoo the maister lickit him, or ye wad hae grutten yersel'."
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