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Shargar would glance up at him with a queer look as he came in from these excursions, drop his head over his task again, look busy and miserable, and all would glide on as before. When the first really summer weather came, Mr. Lammie one day paid Mrs. Falconer a second visit. He had not been able to get over the remembrance of the desolation in which he had left her.
The Wind that Shakes the Barley cannot have been named from the barley after it was cut, but while it stood in the field: the Flowers of the Forest was of the gathered harvest. He tried the air once over in the dark, and then carried his violin down to the room where Mr. and Miss Lammie sat. 'I think I can play 't noo, Mr. Lammie, he said abruptly. 'Play what, callant? asked his host.
Once there and her tears flowed freely; she hid her face in her mother's dress, and sobbed as if her heart would break. "Don't cry, Baby! don't cry, Lammie, dis ain't da las' time da wah goin' to be a drill. Bud'll have a chance anotha time and den he'll show 'em somethin'; bless you, I spec' he'll be a captain." But this consolation of philosophy was nothing to "Little Sister."
Lammie, overflowing with glad welcome. 'What'll ye hae? There's a frien' o' yer ain, he continued, pointing to Robert, 'an' a fine lad. Then lowering his voice, he added: 'A son o' poor Anerew's, ye ken, doctor. The boys rose, and Dr. Anderson, stretching his long arms across the table, shook hands kindly with Robert and Shargar.
Upon this occasion the dragon was a monster one. With a little help from Shargar, he had laid the skeleton of a six-foot specimen, and had carried the body to a satisfactory completion. The tail was still growing, having as yet only sixteen joints, when Mr. Lammie called with an invitation for the boys to spend their holidays with him. It was fortunate for Robert that he was in the room when Mr.
Robert's gratitude grew into a kind of worship. The evening before his departure for Bodyfauld whence his grandmother had arranged that he should start for Aberdeen, in order that he might have the company of Mr. Lammie, whom business drew thither about the same time as he was having his last lesson, Mrs. Forsyth left the room.
"Hoo are ye the nicht, Mr Dow?" said Robert, who treated him with oily respect, because he was not only acquainted with all Annie's affairs, but was a kind of natural, if not legal, guardian of her and her property. "And whaur did ye fa' in wi' this stray lammie o' oors?"
"Nay," said Cicely, "she no, it was Tibbott the huckster-woman told me long ago that I was not what I seemed, and that I came from the north I cannot understand! Were they the same?" "The bairn kens too much," said Jean. "Dinna ye deave her Grace with your speirings, my lammie. Ye'll have to learn to keep a quiet sough, and to see mickle ye canna understand here."
"She was good and bonny, and our Menie, the dear lammie, has been growing very like her this while. She 'minds me on her now, with the long lashes lying over her cheeks. Miss Marian's cheeks aye reddened that way when she slept. Her hair wasna so dark as our Menie's, but it curled of itself, like hers." Mrs Nasmyth turned grave pitying eyes toward Graeme, as she ceased speaking.
It was almost the end of the year when a letter arrived from John Lammie, informing Robert that his grandmother had caught a violent cold, and that, although the special symptoms had disappeared, it was evident her strength was sinking fast, and that she would not recover. He read the letter to his father. 'We must go and see her, Robert, my boy, said Andrew.
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