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His face was guilty, however, as if his hand had been caught in a money-bag, and I wondered what had enticed the lad to my books. I was still standing pondering when Leeby ran up the stair; she was so active that she generally ran, and she grudged the time lost in recovering her breath. "I'll put yer books richt," she said, making her word good as she spoke.
"He had a face," she said, "I assure ye, he had a face, when he discovered the glove was gone again." "He maun be terrible ta'en up aboot it," Jess said to Leeby, "or he wouldna keep it aneath the mattress." "Od," said Leeby, "it was yersel 'at drove him to't." Again Jamie recovered his property, and again Jess got hold of it. This time he looked in vain. I learnt the fate of the glove from Leeby.
For as far back as my memory goes, Johnny had got his brose three times a week from Jess, his custom being to walk in without ceremony, and, drawing a stool to the table, tell Leeby that he was now ready. One day, however, when I was in the garden putting some rings on a fishing-wand, Johnny pushed by me, with no sign of recognition on his face.
How handsome she thought him. "Ye have a fine brow, Jamie," she said. "I mind the day ye was born sayin' to mysel 'at ye had a fine brow." "But ye thocht he was to be a lassie, mother," said Leeby. "Na, Leeby, I didna. I kept sayin' I thocht he would be a lassie because I was fleid he would be; but a' the time I had a presentiment he would be a laddie.
"Run, Leeby, run," said Jess, excitedly. Leeby hastened to the door, and came back with a registered letter. "Registerdy," she cried in triumph, and Jess, with fond hands, opened the letter. By the time I came down the money was hid away in a box beneath the bed, where not even Leeby could find it, and Jess was on her chair hugging the letter. She preserved all her registered envelopes.
I have with me still the look of love they gave each other before Jamie crossed over to Jess. "Ye'll gang anower, noo, mother," Leeby said, meaning that it was Jess's bed-time. "No yet, Leeby," Jess answered, "I'll sit up till the readin's ower." "I think ye should gang, mother," Jamie said, "an' I'll come an' sit aside ye after ye're i' yer bed." "But ye'll gang suner to yer bed, mother."
But you must not come in a contemptuous mood, thinking that the poor are but a stage removed from beasts of burden, as some cruel writers of these days say; nor will I have you turn over with your foot the shabby horse-hair chairs that Leeby kept so speckless, and Hendry weaved for years to buy, and Jess so loved to look upon.
Na, he couldna do't this time." "That's what ye aye say, but he aye sends. Yes, an' vara weel ye ken 'at he will send." "Na, na, Leeby; dinna let me ever think o' sic a thing this month." "As if ye wasna thinkin' o't day an' nicht!" "He's terrible mindfu', Leeby, but he doesna hae't. Na, no this month; mebbe next month."
He always took it for granted that a minister's marriage was womanhood's great triumph, and that the particular woman who got him must be very clever. Some of his tales were even more curious than he thought them, such as the one Leeby tried to interrupt by saying we must be going. "There's Mr.
I was aware that the room was speckless; but for all that, Leeby was turning it upside down. "She's aye ta'en like that," Hendry said to me, referring to his wife, "when she's expectin' company. Ay, it's a peety she canna tak things cannier." "Tibbie Mealmaker must be some one of importance?" I asked.
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