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Wha's to gang luikin' for a thrum in a hay-sow? returned she, coolly. 'I only said 'at I saw him. 'But are ye sure it was him? asked Falconer. 'Ay, sure eneuch, she answered. 'What maks ye sae sure? ''Cause I never was vrang yet. Set a man ance atween my twa een, an' that 'll be twa 'at kens him whan 's ain mither 's forgotten 'im. 'Did you speak to him? 'Maybe ay, an' maybe no.
But, please the Lord, we's haud clear o' 'im yet!" "Hootoot, Grizzie! ye canna surely think ony sic man wad regaird the like o' me as worth luikin' efter for a son-in-law! He wadna be sic a gowk!" "Gowk here, gowk there! he kens what ye are an' what ye're worth weel that! Hasna he seen ye at the scythe?
"But I maun awa' to my bairn up the stair; an' may it please the Lord to lift her or lang, for they maun be luikin for her yont the burn by this time. Whan she wauks i' the mornin', the' 'ill be nae mair scornin'!" This was Grizzie's last against her mistress.
She nodded kindly, and he descended approaching her. "Did ye want me, my leddy?" he asked. "No," she answered. "I wasna sure whether ye noddit 'cause ye wantit me or no," said Malcolm, and turned to reascend the dune. "Where are you going now?" she asked. "Ow! nae gait in particlar. I jist cam oot to see hoo things war luikin." "What things?"
And thus it flowed: The stars are steady abune; I' the water they flichter an' flee; But steady aye luikin' doon, They ken themsel's i' the sea. A' licht, an' clear, an' free, God, thou shinest abune; Yet luik, an' see thysel' in me, God, whan thou luikest doon. A silence followed, but a silence that seemed about to be broken.
Jock Gordon, who had remained about the farm, went quickly to the gate at the end of the house as if to shut it. "Come back oot o' that," said Meg sharply. Jock turned quite as briskly. "I was gaun to stand wi' my back til't, sae that they micht ken there was naebody luikin'. D'ye think Jock Gordon haes nae mainners?" he said indignantly.
To Thomas's words Annie's only reply was a fixed gaze, which he answered thus, resuming his last words: "Ay, lassie, little ye ken aboot watchin' and prayin'. Whan it pleased the Lord to call me, I was stan'in' my lane i' the mids' o' a peat-moss, luikin' wast, whaur the sun had left a reid licht ahin him, as gin he had jist brunt oot o' the lift, an' hadna gane doon ava.
Fowk hae threepit upo' me that there i' the gloamin' they hae seen an' awsome face luikin' in upo' them throu' that slap i' the wa'; but I never believed it was onything but their ain fancy, though for a' 'at I ken, it may ha' been something no canny. Still, I say, wha 's feart? The Ill Man has no pooer 'cep ower his ain kin. We 're tellt to resist him an' he'll flee frae 's."
"For that, he maun be pleast wi' ye!" "I dinna think nane aboot that; I jist tak my life i' my han', and awa' wi' 't til Him; and he's never turned his face frae me yet. Eh, sir! think what it would be gien ever he did!" "But we maunna think o' him ither than he would hae us think." "That's hoo I'm aye hingin aboot his door, luikin for him." "Weel, I kenna what to mak o' ye!
'Haith, he's luikin 'maist like ither fowk! 'I'm thinkin the deevil maun hae gane oot o' him! said another, and several joined in with their remarks. 'Nae muckle o' a deevil was there to gang oot! He was aye an unco hairmless cratur! 'And that saft-hertit til a' leevin thing! 'He was that!
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