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And she's like me in more than that, gin she doesn't sell hersel' for siller and gowd." "I'll tell you what. Mrs. Strathsay is over-particular in speech. She'll have none of the broad Highland tongue about her. It's a daily struggle that she has, not to strike Nurse Nannie dumb, since she has infected you all with her dialect. A word in time. Now I must go.
This made her husband glunchy with her, and, before a month had passed, she found hersel' very unhappy. One day the husband gaed away upon a journey, after telling her that he expected her, before his return, to have not only learned to spin, but to have spun a hundred hanks o' thread.
'Dod! they'll hae to gie that wife a hell til hersel! said David, turning to the door discomfited. 'And maybe she'll no like it whan she hes't! returned his wife, who had heard every word. 'There's fowk 'at's no fit company for onybody! and I'm thinkin she's ane gien there bena anither! 'I'll sen' Jeamie hame wi' the powny the nicht, said David. 'A body canna insist whaur fowk are no frien's.
Mistress Mikaver had the stair noo whitened, an' every stap was kaumed an' sandit, ye never saw the like. An' there she was hersel' wi' her best black goon on, no' a smad to be seen on't, an' her lace kep an' beady apron. She was a dandy, an' nae mistak'.
Lang or that, she had had a wean to a dragoon; she hadnae come forrit for maybe thretty year; and bairns had seen her mumblin' to hersel' up on Key's Loan in the gloamin', whilk was an unco time an' place for a God-fearin' woman. Howsoever, it was the laird himsel' that had first tauld the minister o' Janet; and in thae days he wad have gane a far gate to pleesure the laird.
Two days ago I had some business with Deacon Strang, and when it was finished I spoke to him anent Isabel. He made me no answer then, one way or the other, but told me he would have a talk with Isabel, and I might call on him this afternoon. When I did so he said he felt obligated to refuse my offer." "Weel?" "That is all." "Nonsense! Hae you seen Isabel hersel'?"
The old glove lay upon the floor forgotten while Rose sat musing, till a quick step sounded in the hall and a voice drew near, tunefully humming. "As he was walkin' doun the street The city for to view, Oh, there he spied a bonny lass, The window lookin' through." "Sae licht he jumpèd up the stair, And tirled at the pin; Oh, wha sae ready as hersel' To let the laddie in?"
"Eh, but the bonny lass has hersel' well in hand," thought the admiring Donald more than once, as he saw her in some family discussion or controversy keep silence, with flushing cheeks, when sharp words rose to her tongue. All this time Katie was plodding away at her millinery, inexpressibly cheered by Donald's new friendliness.
"I had but to lay them straucht," sobbed her mistress; "her een she had closed hersel as she drappit! Eh, but she was a bonny lassie and a guid! hardly less nor ain bairn to me!" "And to me as weel!" supplemented Peter, with a choked sob. "And no ance had I paid her a penny wage!" cried Marion, with sudden remorseful reminiscence. "She'll never think o' wages noo!" said her husband.
But I'll better no' say nae mair aboot it. I was that angry; and Mistress Kenawee, the bissam, was like to tnet hersel' lauchin'; but; I ashure ye, I never got sik a fleg in my life an' sik simple dune too, mind ye.
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