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He's Auld Kirk." Leeby returned to the kitchen, and Jess sat for a time ruminating. "The lad Wilkie," she said at last, triumphantly, "'ll be to bide at Lawyer Ogilvy's; but he'll be gaen to the manse the morn for a tea-dinner." "But what," asked Leeby, "aboot the milk an' the cream for the lawyer's?" "Ou, they'll be hae'n a puddin' for the supper the nicht.
I question if she would know me again, and I am sure she sat in the room as one blindfolded. I left her in the bedroom a minute, and I assure you, when I returned she was still standing on the same spot in the centre of the floor." I pointed out that Leeby had been awestruck. "I suppose so," she said; "but it is a pity she cannot make use of her eyes, if not of her tongue.
As for Jess, who was given to making much of me, she ignored my remarks and laughed hilariously at jokes of Jamie's which had been received in silence from me a few minutes before. Slowly it came to me that Leeby had something on her mind, and that Jamie was talking to her with his eyes. I learned afterwards that they were plotting how to get me out of the kitchen, but were too impatient to wait.
Jess had been up before Leeby could get the fire lit, with great difficulty reaching the window in her bare feet, and many a time had she said that the post must be by. "Havers," said Leeby, "he winna be for an hour yet. Come awa' back to your bed." "Na, he maun be by," Jess would say in a few minutes; "ou, we couldna expeck this month." So it went on until Jess's hand shook the blind.
Tod, let's see! Ay, she has so, a big jug an' a little ane. The little ane 'll be for cream; an', sal, the big ane's bigger na usual." "There maun be something gaen on at the lawyer's if they're buyin' cream, Leeby. Their reg'lar thing's twopence worth o' milk." "Ay, but I assure ye that sma' jug's for cream, an' I dinna doot mysel but 'at there's to be fowerpence worth o' milk this nicht."
"'There was a dochter, Leeby? he said. "'Ay, I said, 'she was ta'en first. "I saw 'im put up his hands to his face, an' he cried out, 'Leeby too! an' syne he kind o' fell agin the dyke. I never kent 'im nor nane o' his fowk, but I had heard aboot them, an' I saw 'at it would be the son frae London. It wasna for me to judge 'im, an' I said to 'im would he no come in by an' tak a rest.
She put in her hand, an' pu'd it oot. That's what's makkin' her look sae ill." "But what was it she found?" "Did I no tell ye? I'm ga'en dottle, I think. It was a glove, a woman's glove, in a bit paper. Ay, though she's sittin' still she's near frantic." I said I supposed Jess had put the glove back in Jamie's pocket. "Na," said Leeby, "'deed no.
Na, I'll gang roond by the Roods an' you can tak the buryin'-ground road, so as we can meet on the hill. Yes, Leeby was willin' to agree wi' a' that, juist to get gaen wi' him. I've seen lassies makkin' themsels sma' for lads often enough, but I never saw ane 'at prigged so muckle wi' her ain brother. Na, it's other lassies' brothers they like as a rule."
"I wonder wha'll be to preach the morn tod, it'll likely be Mr. Skinner, frae Dundee; him an' the minister's chief, ye ken." We're sure, if it's Mr. Skinner, he'll come wi' the post frae Tilliedrum the nicht, an' sleep at the manse." "Weel, I assure ye," said Leeby, descending from the attic, "it'll no be Mr.
"Ye mind 'at she keepit him at hame frae the kirk on Sabbath, because he had a cauld?" Leeby said. "Ay, me or my father would hae a gey ill cauld afore she would let's bide at hame frae the kirk; but Jamie's different. Weel, mair than ance she's been near speakin' to 'im aboot the glove, but she grew fleid aye. She was so terrified there was something in't.
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