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David sought the yard, saw that all was right with the beasts, and fed them. Thence he made his way to his workshop over the cart-shed, where in five minutes he constructed, with two poles run through two sacks, a very good stretcher, carrying it to the kitchen, where Kirsty sat motionless, looking into the fire.
If left with her, the moment Kirsty appeared again, the child would fling from her whatever might be in her hand, and flee as to her deliverer from bondage and hard labour. Then would Kirsty always insist on her finishing what she had been at, and Phemy would obey, with the protest of silent tears, and the airs of a much injured mortal.
Who but Turkey could discover the nests of hens whose maternal anxiety had eluded the finesse of Kirsty? and who so well as he could roast the egg with which she always rewarded such a discovery?
They were free to come or keep away, but not to go: if they did come, Kirsty insisted on their staying out the lesson. It soon became a regular thing. Every morning in summer we might be seen perched on a form, under one of the tiny windows, in that delicious brown light which you seldom find but in an old clay-floored cottage.
'But, eh! what am I to du wantin ye, Kirsty? moaned her mother. 'Ye min', mother, answered Kirsty, 'hoo I wad be oot the lang day wi' Steenie, and ye never thoucht ye hadna me! 'Na, never. I aye kenned I had the twa o' ye.
"Indeed, I would be often hearing that those French people are just full of poison and such, and indeed, it is no wonder, for the food they put inside of them." "O, no, " said Mrs. Murray, "it is the same with all people, but especially so with sick people." Kirsty looked as doubtful as was consistent with her respect for the minister's wife, and Mrs. Murray went on.
"I think I will make some fresh, if you will let me, Kirsty in the way I make it for the minister, you know." Kirsty, by this time, had completely surrendered to Mrs. Murray's guidance, and producing the oatmeal, allowed her to have her way; so that when Macdonald awoke he found Mrs. Murray standing beside him with a bowl of the nicest gruel and a slice of thin dry toast.
But Phemy lay still, and putting her arms round Kirsty's neck, wept in a bitter silence. In a minute or so the door opened, and Steenie coming one step into the kitchen, stood and stared with such a face of concern that Kirsty was obliged to speak. I do not believe he had ever before seen a woman weeping. He shivered visibly. 'Phemy's no that weel, she said.
'It min's me o' the women gauin til the sepulchre! said David. 'Eh, but it maun hae been a sair time til them! a heap sairer nor this hert-brak here! 'Ye see they didna ken 'at he wasna deid, assented Kirsty, 'and we div ken 'at Steenie's no deid! He's maybe walkin aboot wi the bonny man or maybe jist ristin himsel a wee efter the uprisin!
The papers said a good deal about the state of things in India, but Francis Gordon was not mentioned. In the autumn of the year 1858, when the days were growing short and the nights cold in the high region about the Horn, the son of a neighbouring farmer, who had long desired to know Kirsty better, called at Corbyknowe with his sister, ostensibly on business with David.
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