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No but I wud sair like to be bonny bonny like him, Kirsty! Did ye ever hear tell 'at he had a father? I h'ard a man ance say 'at he bed. Sic a bonny man as that father maun be! Jist think o' his haein a son like him! Dauvid Barclay maun be richt sair disappintit wi' sic a son as me and him sic a man himsel! What for is't, Kirsty?
He made straucht for the bed, as I thoucht. The Lord preserve's! thoucht I, is he gaein to lie doon wi' 's ain corp? but he turnt awa', an' roon' the fit o' the bed to the ither side o' 't, an' I saw nae mair; an' for a while, auntie Jean sat her lane wi' the deid, for I lay upo' the flure, an' naither h'ard nor saw.
"Well," says Jack, "I'm afeard ye are after gettin' poor Roseen into throuble; there's the great blow-up entirely goin' on beyant there at the house. The masther's murdherin' Roseen for the way the two of yez has been goin' on. He had her crying, the poor little girl," says Jack; "I h'ard her through the windy," says he.
Aften hae I h'ard auld Grannie say as muckle, an' she kens mair aboot that portion o' oor history nor ony ither, for, ye see, I cam raither late intil the faimily mysel'. Sae, as I say, it wad be but fair the auld captain sud contreebit something to the needcessities o' the hoose, war it his to withhaud, which I mainteen it is not." "Weel rizzont, Grizzie!" cried the laird.
An' they warnt me, lang as it was sin' I left it, no to lat 'im ken I cam frae yon pairt o' the country, or he wad be rid o' me in a jiffey, ae w'y or anither. Ay, it was a gran' name that o' Warlock i' thae pairts! though they tell me it gangs na for sae muckle noo. I hae h'ard said,'at ever sin' the auld lord here made awa' wi' the laird o' Glen warlock, the faimily there never had ony luck.
Didn't I nearly lep out o' the windy to come to ye? Sure, me grandfather had me locked in!" "Oh that, indeed!" said Mike, his face brightening for a moment, but immediately clouding over again, "but a man told me that same night, that he h'ard ye sayin' ye'd never spake to me agin nor so much as look at me."
"There ye are at yer English again! an' misgugglin' Scriptur' wi' 't an' a' this upo' Setterday nicht maist the Sawbath day! Weel, I ha'e aye h'ard 'at Lon'on was an awfu' place, but I little thoucht the verra air o' 't wad sae sune turn an honest laad like Ma'colm MacPhail intill a scoffer. But maybe it's the markis o' 'im, an' no the muckle toon 'at's made the differ.
"It is as true as God's in heaven, that he voted yesterday for Vanston," said her father; "I both seen him and heard him, an' that vote it was that gained Vanston the election." Hanna, whose arms were still around her sister's neck, felt her stagger beneath her on hearing those words from her father. "You say you saw him, father, and h'ard him vote for Vanston. You say you did?"
She stopped in the dusky starlight, and listened with her very soul. "Andrew!" she cried, for she heard the sound of his steps as he plodded on in front of her, and could vaguely see him, "Andrew, what was yon?" "I h'ard naething," answered Andrew, stopping at her cry and listening. There came a second cry, a feeble, sad wail, and both of them heard it.
"What ca' ye that for a lass bairn to be takin' up her time wi'! I never h'ard o' sic a thing! What's the natur' o' 't, Cosmo?" He tried to give her some far-off idea of the sort of thing algebra was, but apparently without success, for she cried at length, "Na, sirs!
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