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"Na, it's onything but weel eneuch! It's my pairt to luik efter my ain father, and see there be nae k-nots aither in his bed or his parritch." "Ye're jist yer mither owre again, my lass! Weel, I winna miss ye that sair, for the minister 'ill be in this mornin'." "Hoo ken ye that, father?" "We didna gree vera weel last nicht." "I canna bide the minister argle-barglin body!" "Toots, bairn!
"Twa!" echoed the drover; "twa! ill luck bides o' some o' ye. Twa craft a sailing without hand to guide them, in sic a place as this, whar' eyesight is na guid enough to show the dangers, bodes evil to a' that luik thereon. Hoot! she's na yearling the tither!
When he came to tell how he had encountered him in the deserted factory: 'Luik here, father, here's the mark o' the cut, he said, parting the thick hair on the top of his head. His father hid his face in his hands. 'It wasna muckle o' a blow that ye gied me, father, he went on, 'but I fell against the grate, and that was what did it. And I never tellt onybody, nae even Miss St.
Ye can jist gang till a place like ither fowk." "I'll gang and luik efter 't direckly. Hoo far is't, Auntie?" Ye're nane sae gran', I can tell ye. An' syne comin' to puir fowk like me to tak' ye in for a week or twa! Weel I wat!" Auntie had been listening to evil tongues�-so much easier to listen to than just tongues. With difficulty Annie kept back her tears.
"It's me to take care of you, Sandy!" "And me to take care of you, Andrew!" Here was the nucleus of a church! two stones laid on the foundation-stone. "Luik here, Sandy!" said Andrew; "we maun hae anither, an' syne there'll be four o' 's!" "How's that?" asked Sandy. "I won'er 'at we never noticed it afore!
Na, na; I s' set Miss Horn's Jean jawin', an' it 'll be a' ower the toon in a jiffy at first in a kin o' a sough 'at naebody 'ill unnerstan': but it 'll grow looder an' plainer. At the lang last it 'll come to yer leddyship's hearin: an' syne ye hae me taen up an' questoned afore a justice o' the peace, that there may be no luik o' ony compack atween the twa o' 's.
But gien Glashruach be yer ain, my bonnie man, ye maun gang doon there this verra nicht, and gie a luik to the burn; for the last time I was there, I thoucht it was creepin' in aneth the bank some fearsome like for what's left o' the auld hoose, an' the suner it's luikit efter maybe the better. Eh, Sir Gibbie, but ye sud merry the bonnie leddy, an' tak her back till her ain hoose."
"It's hard to think," rejoined Malcolm, "what w'y the God 'at made them can luik efter them a' in sic a tumult. But they say even the sheep dog kens ilk sheep i' the flock 'at 's gien him in chairge." "Ay, but ye see," said Blue Peter, "they're mair like a shoal o' herrin' nor a flock o' sheep." "It's no the num'er o' them 'at plagues me," said Malcolm.
But, 'deed, it's that onygait, forit's nigh whaur ye tak yer walks abro'd. But gien ye war to luik in at the door, and cry, Steenie! sune wud ye see whether I was in the hoose or no! I thank ye sair for this hoose: I'm gaein to hae a rich and a happy time upo' this hill o' Zion, whaur the feet o' the ae man gangs walkin!
"Ow! the day, ye luik like some cratur o' the storm; or the storm itsel' takin' a leevin' shape, an' the bonniest it could; or maybe, like Ahriel, gaein' afore the win', wi' the blast in 's feathers, rufflin' them 'a gaits at ance." "Who's Ahriel?" "Ow, the fleein' cratur i' the Tempest!
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