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Stephen came next out of the heather, creeping to Kirsty's feet on all-fours. He was a gaunt, longbacked lad, who, at certain seasons undetermined, either imagined himself the animal he imitated, or had some notion of being required, or, possibly, compelled to behave like a dog.
"But if it were to teach Master Ranald there, I should like dearly to try what I could do." She never omitted the Master to our names; Mrs. Mitchell by no chance prefixed it. The natural manners of the Celt and Saxon are almost diametrically opposed in Scotland. And had Kirsty's speech been in the coarse dialect of Mrs. Mitchell, I am confident my father would not have allowed her to teach me.
For on the opposite side of the stream, on the grass, like a shepherdess in an old picture, sat a young girl, about my own age, in the midst of a crowded colony of daisies and white clover, knitting so that her needles went as fast as Kirsty's, and were nearly as invisible as the thing with the hooked teeth in it that looked so dangerous and ran itself out of sight upon Turkey's mother's spinning-wheel.
Murray, and her smile was so sweet and winning that Kirsty's opposition collapsed, and without more words both sheets and shirt were produced. As Kirsty laid them out she observed with a sigh: "Aye, aye, she was the clever woman the wife, I mean. She was good with the needle, and indeed, at anything she tried to do." "I did not know her," said Mrs.
Adiesen asked after a time his scientific instincts rising above emotion, and prompting him to discover what are the sensations a human being experiences in such exceptional circumstances. "I thought of Mam Kirsty's old song, 'My cradle and my grave, chiefly. I had committed my life to God's hand when I started.
Next day I was a little better, but very weak, and it was many days before I was able to get out of bed. My father soon found that it would not do to let Mrs. Mitchell attend upon me, for I was always worse after she had been in the room for any time; so he got another woman to take Kirsty's duties, and set her to nurse me, after which illness became almost a luxury.
Now and then Francis would look up in Kirsty's face, to see if anything was coming, but saw only that she was sunk in thought: he would not hurry her, and said not a word. He knew she would speak the moment she had what she thought worth saying. Kirsty, recalling what her father had repeatedly said of Mrs.
'He promised, did he, 'at he would promise the nicht? Eh, Francie! Francie! ye're no yer father's son! He promised to promise to merry ye! Eh, ye puir gowk o' a bonny lassie! 'Gien I met him the nicht ay, it cam to that. All Kirsty's inborn motherhood awoke. She turned to her, and, clasping the silly thing in her arms, cried out 'Puir wee dauty!
During summer, and as long before and after as the temperature permitted, the hut was the place he preferred when his necessity was upon him; and it was Kirsty's especial delight to sit in it on a warm day, the door open and her brother asleep on her feet, reading and reading while the sun went down the sky, to fill the hut as he set with a glory of promise; after which came the long gloamin, like a life out of which the light but not the love has vanished, in which she neither worked nor read, but brooded over many things.
Peter McGregor, fearing to leave his daughter for that long and lonely day, sent his son John in his place. It was with difficulty that Mack's father, Long John Cameron, had been persuaded to remain with the mother and to allow Murdie to go in his stead. The last to arrive was Farquhar McNaughton, Kirsty's Farquhar, with his fine black team and new light wagon.
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