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"I ken naething else, as the French folk say. But this is a dreidful case of heids or tails. O! if I could but ken where your gentry were!" "Alan," said I, "this is no like you. It's got to be now or never." "This is no me, quo' he," sang Alan, with a queer face betwixt shame and drollery. "Neither you nor me, quo' he, neither you nor me, Wow, na, Johnnie man! neither you nor me."
It's fleein' here to this tea-meetin' an stravagin' yonder to some bit choir practise, an' here awa, there awa, until Ah dinna ken what's to be the end o' it! Aye, an' the next thing they've gotten intill their bit heids is that they must get a bit o' an idolatrous music boax for the kirk! Yon bit thistle heid o' a schoolmaister cam' till me aboot the thing the day; what d'ye think o' yon?"
"Aweel," said Sim, snuffing profoundly, "if I were to offer an opeenion, it would not be conscientious. For the plain fac' is, Mr. St. Ivy, that I div not ken. We have had crackit heids and rowth of them ere now; and we have had a broken leg, or maybe twa; and the like of that we drover bodies make a kind of a practice like to keep among oursel's.
Maybe he'll open mair een i' yer heids nor ye kent ye had." "Weel, maybe we micht du waur. I s' mention the thing to Bow o' meal an' Jeames Gentle, an' see what they say There's nae guid to be gotten o' gaein' to the minister, ye see: there's naething in him, as the saw says, but what the spune pits intill him." With this somewhat unfavourable remark, Blue Peter turned homewards.
'Gin he had but the grace o' God, there wadna be muckle to compleen o', acquiesced his grandmother. 'There's time eneuch for that, Mrs. Faukner. Ye canna get auld heids upo' young shoothers, ye ken. ''Deed for that maitter, ye may get mony an auld heid upo' auld shoothers, and nae a spark o' grace in 't to lat it see hoo to lay itsel' doon i' the grave. Robert returned before Mr.
'Lat the lasses greit for ye gin they like; but haud oot ower frae the kissin'. I wadna mell wi' 't. 'Hoot, father, dinna put sic nonsense i' the bairns' heids, said Miss Lammie. 'Whilk 's the nonsense, Aggy? asked her father, slily. 'But I doobt, he added, 'he'll never play the Flooers o' the Forest as it suld be playt, till he's had a taste o' the kissin', lass.
They a' swang their airms roond their heids, an' hurraed like onything, an' Sandy took lang breaths, an' lookit roond him as gin he was feard some o' them wud tak' him a peelik i' the lug. When they quieted doon, Sandy gae a host, an' Watty Finlay said, "Hear, hear." "Fella elektors," said Sandy, "let me thank you for your cordial reception."
"I ken naething else, as the French folk say. But this is a dreidful case of heids or tails. O! if I could but ken where your gentry were!" "Alan," said I, "this is no like you. It's got to be now or never." "This is no me, quo' he," sang Alan, with a queer face betwixt shame and drollery. "Neither you nor me, quo' he, neither you nor me. Wow, na, Johnnie man! neither you nor me."
The ale had warmed his blood and quickened his wits. He began to feel pleased with himself. He had done well in the fray had not young Harden praised him? and surly Wat had owned that the salvage of so many beasts was Sim's doing. "Man, Sim, ye wrocht michtily at the burnside," he had said. "The heids crackit like nits when ye garred your staff sing.
Naebody in the Glen kenned what infidelity was till he cam' except mebby yon lad o' Silas Todd's, an' the crater's no wise onyway!" Duncan made a feeble attempt to stem the tide. "But these societies, maybe they will be doing good, whatever." This was only fuel to the fire. "His societies! Man, wi' his Y. P. S. C. E. an' his Y. M. C. A. an' his X. Y. Z., fowk's heids are fair turned!
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