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Leeby asked her mother. "Juist what I expeckit," Jess answered. "Ye see she's dependent on Jeames, so she has to butter up at 'im." "Did she say onything aboot haudin' the wife's hand sae fond-like?" "Ay, she said it was an awfu' trial to her, an' 'at it sickened her to see Jeames an' the wife baith believin' 'at she likit to do't."
Hendry stopped to have what he called a tove with any likely person he encountered, and, indeed, though he and I often took a walk on Saturdays, I generally lost him before we were clear of the town. In a few moments Leeby and I were at home to give Jess the news. "Whaur's yer father?" asked Jess, as if Hendry's way of dropping behind was still unknown to her.
The old man, of lungs that shook Thrums by night, who went from door to door selling firewood, had a way of shoving doors rudely open and crying "Ony rozetty roots?" and him Jamie imitated. "Juist think," Jess said, as she recalled the incident, "what a startle we got. As we think, Pete kicks open the door and cries oot, 'Ony rozetty roots? and Leeby says 'No, and gangs to shut the door.
It was Bowlegs Chirsty's laddie. Ay, but when she got better Jamie blamed Leeby." "He no only blamed me," said Leeby, "but he wanted me to pay him back a' the bawbees he had spent on me." "Ay, an' I sepad he got them too," said Jess.
"Nae fear o' him," Leeby said. "Na, he kens fine wha has't." I never knew how Jamie came by the glove, nor whether it had originally belonged to her who made him forget the window at the top of the brae. At the time I looked on as at play-acting, rejoicing in the happy ending. Alas! in the real life how are we to know when we have reached an end?
Then if Leeby had a moment for gossip, as when ironing a dickey for Hendry, and the iron was a trifle too hot, she would look archly at me before addressing her mother in these words: "Will he send, think ye?" Jess, who had a conviction that he would send, affected surprise at the question. "Will Jamie send this month, do ye mean? Na, oh, losh no! it's no to be expeckit.
There were no presses or drawers with locks in the house, and Jess got hold of the glove again. I suppose she had reasoned out no line of action. She merely hated the thought that Jamie should have a woman's glove in his possession. "She beats a' wi' 'cuteness," Leeby said to me. "Jamie didna put the glove back in his pouch. Na, he kens her ower weel by this time.
"Gavin wanted me to tak' paper an' ink an' a pen wi' me, to write the proceedins doon, but I said, 'Na, na, I'll tak' paper, but no nae ink nor nae pen, for there'll be ink an' a pen there. That was what I said." "An' did she let him aff?" asked Leeby. "Weel," said Tammas, "aff we goes to Mag's hoose, an' sure enough Mag was in.
Had not his daughter been present he would have been the most at ease of the company, but her manners were too fine not to make an impression upon one who knew her on her every-day behaviour, and she had also ways of bringing Hendry to himself by a touch beneath the table. It was in church that Leeby brought to perfection her manner of looking after her father.
He turned to grope his way to the stairs, but suddenly went down on his knees to pray. . . . There was a quick step outside. I arose in time to see the doctor on the brae. He tried the latch, but Leeby was there to show him in. The door of the room closed on him. From the top of the stair I could see into the dark passage, and make out Hendry shaking at the door.
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