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Updated: June 6, 2025
It's a fine thing to hae patience. 'Ye come ilka day, Kirsty: what for sudna he come ilka nicht? 'He has reasons, Steenie. He kens best. 'Ay, he kens best. I ken naething but him and you, Kirsty! Kirsty said no more. Her heart was too full. Steenie stood still, and throwing back his head, stared for some moments up into the great heavens over him.
"Be sure you don't go far away, then, Hughie; you know we must hurry home to-day"; and Hughie faithfully promised. But alas for Hughie's promises! when his mother came out of the house with Kirsty, he was within neither sight nor hearing. "They will just be at the camp," said Kirsty. "The camp?" "Aye, the sugaring camp down yonder in the sugar bush. It is not far off from the wood road.
With a childish air of abstraction, Phemy rose and began, as of old in the house, to busy herself, and Kirsty felt much relieved. 'But, oh, she said to herself, 'the sairness o' that wee herty i' the inside o' her! Phemy never spoke, and went about her work mechanically. When at length Mrs. Barclay came into the kitchen, Kirsty thought it better to leave them together, and went to find Steenie.
It was in the afternoon of a bright September day, as the sun was nearing the tops of the pine-trees in the west. His brother was supporting him in his strong arms, while Ranald knelt by the bedside. Near him sat the minister's wife, and at a little distance Kirsty. "Lift me up, Tonal," said the dying man; "I will be wanting to see the sun again, and then I will be going.
This terrible and miscellaneous eruption was the more lamentable from the fact that his poor wife heard this blare of discordant dogmas with unbelieving ears, while even little Kirsty gasped, exclaiming above her breath, "Ye're sair muddled, faither." Archie looked vacantly from wife to daughter, like one who has let something drop.
For though Steenie was nearly a year older than Kirsty, she was at that time so much bigger that she was able, not indeed to carry him, but to nurse him on her knees. She thought herself the elder of the two until she was about ten, by which time she could not remember any beginning to her carrying of him.
He tried to laugh as he said it, but he made but a feeble attempt. They sat by the fire, the Lad trying to talk naturally of his trip, his father making pathetic attempts to help him, and Aunt Kirsty crying silently over her knitting. At last, as Roderick glanced at the clock. Old Angus took out the tattered Bible from the cup-board drawer.
He, like his Steenie, believed in the bonny man about in the world, not in the mere image of him standing in the precious shrine of the New Testament. After a brief silence 'Whaur's Kirsty and Steenie? he said. 'The Lord kens; I dinna. 'They'll be safe eneuch. 'It's no likly. 'It's sartin, said David.
'I wuss ye wud lat me bide oot the nicht wi' ye, Steenie! 'What for that, Kirsty? Ye maun sleep, and I'm better my lane. 'That's jist hit! returned Kirsty, with a deep-drawn sigh. 'I canna bide yer bein yer lane, and yet, do what I like, I canna, whiles, even i' the daytime, win a bit nearer til ye!
When she saw Kirsty coming, she would run into the garden and take refuge in the summer-house, telling the servant on her way that she was going out, and did not know what time she would be in. On more occasions than one Kirsty said she would wait, when Phemy, learning she was not gone, went out in earnest, and took care she had enough of waiting.
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