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Two sisters live in it Watson is the name most kindly and hospitable creatures with enough to live on comfortably and keep a small servant, and ample leisure after they have, what Mrs. M'Cosh calls, 'dockit up the hoose, to entertain and be entertained. They are West country Glasgow, I think, or Greenock and they find Priorsford just a little stiff.
There were the neatest of tea-knives, the daintiest of spoons, jam glowed crimson through crystal, butter was there in a lordly dish, cakes from London, delicate sandwiches, Miss Bathgate's best and lightest in the way of scones, shortbread crisp from the oven of Mrs. M'Cosh.
M'Cosh," Jean protested "and there isn't room for another maid, and I hate smart maids anyway. I like to help in the house myself." "But that's so absurd," said David, "with all your money. You should enjoy life now." "Yes," said Jean meekly, "but smart maids wouldn't help me to quite the opposite.... And don't you get ideas into your head about smartness, Davie.
She wants someone to stand up to her, to laugh at her grimness; she simply thinks when Pamela is charming to her that she is a poor creature. "She is charming to everyone, this lodger of Bella's. Jock and Mhor and Mrs. M'Cosh are all at her feet. She brings us books and papers and chocolates and fruit, and makes us feel we are conferring the favour by accepting them.
"And now Miss Bathgate will sing," said Mhor. "I will not sing," said Miss Bathgate. "I've mair pride than make a fool o' mysel' to please folk." "Oh, come on," Jock begged. "Look at Mrs. M'Cosh!" Miss Bathgate snorted. "Ay," said Mrs. M'Cosh, with imperturbable good-humour, "she seen me, and she thinks yin auld fool is enough at a time. Never heed, Bella, juist gie us a verse."
M'Cosh whether causality can properly be ascribed to our prayers with reference to the Divine will? would claim our serious consideration.
M'Cosh in the kitchen she will tell you plenty of faults. The water doesn't heat well, for one thing, and the range simply eats up coal, and there is no proper pantry. Your wife would want to know about these things." "Haven't got a wife," said Peter Reid gruffly. "No? Well, your housekeeper, then. You couldn't buy a house without getting to know all about the hot water and pantries."
George's, I said to masel', I says, 'Andra wis richt, I says." She lifted up the tray and prepared to depart. "Weel, he'll no' be muckle troubled wi' them whaur he's gone, puir man. The Bible says, Not many great, not many noble." "D'you think," said Mhor in a pleasantly interested voice, "that Mr. M'Cosh is in heaven?"
M'Cosh and Miss Bathgate took their seats "on the chap," as the latter put it. The two Miss Watsons, surprisingly enough, were also present. They had come along after supper with a small present for Jean, had asked to see her, and stood lingering on the doorstep refusing to come farther, but obviously reluctant to depart.
I know now that she means you to remain meekly on the doorstep, for she lately recounted to me with glee of another caller, 'I'd went awa' up the stair to see if Miss Jean wis in, an' whit d'ye think? When I lukit roond the wumman wis at ma heels. The other day workmen were in the house doing something, and when Mrs. M'Cosh opened the door to me she said, 'Ye see the mess we're in.
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