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A hare 'ull lep up on one side o' the hedge, an' then it'll be Squire's, an' it'll run across t'other side, an' then it's Maister's, an' then it'll come an' squat down in my cabbage garden then I d' 'low 'tis mine if I can catch it." Mrs.
In a moment more he was shown into the study, and was passing through it to go to the cottage-room, when Johnston laid his hand on his arm. 'The maister's no up yet, sir, he said, with a very solemn look. 'He's been desperate efter seein' ye, and I maun gang an' lat him ken 'at ye're here at last, for fear it suld be ower muckle for him, seein' ye a' at ance.
Bobby often woke from a dream with a start, looked dazed, and then foolish, at the vivid imaginings of sleep. But when, in a doze, he half stretched himself up on his short, shagged fore paws, flattened out, and then awoke and lay so, very still, for a time, it was Mistress Jeanie who said: "Preserve us a'! The bonny wee was dreamin' o' his maister's deith, an' noo he's greetin' sair."
"Mercy me!" exclaimed my cousin, hastily, "hae ye no gotten the siller? Wha did ye see, or what did they say?" "I saw the wife," returned the boy; "an' she said 'Siller! laddie, what's brought ye here for siller? I daresay your maister's daft! Do ye no ken we're broken! I'm sure a'body kens that we broke yesterday!"
"The maister's a hantle quaieter than usual. I fancy he's a' the better behaved for's brunt fingers. But, oh, Alec!" And here the little maiden burst into a passionate fit of crying. "What's the matter, Annie," said Mrs Forbes, as she drew her nearer, genuinely concerned at the child's tears. "Oh! mem, ye didna see hoo the maister lickit him, or ye wad hae grutten yersel'."
Tho. What fur, boy? Wull he gie mo mo Mattie again dosto think? Bill. That he will, daddy! You come along, an' you'll know a honest boy next time. I can't till I see Mr. William, though. Tho. Iv thae manes th' maister's mon yere, he's run eawt. An' aw connot goo witho. Aw'm keepin' th' shop till he coom back. An' aw dunnot mich care to goo witho. Aw dunnot mich trust tho.
T' maister's down i' t' fowld. There's nobbut t' missis. I'll hae no hend wi't," muttered the head, vanishing. Then a young man, without coat and shouldering a pitchfork, hailed me to follow him, and showed me into the apartment where I had been formerly received with a gruff "Sit down; he'll be in soon." In the room sat the "missis," motionless and mute.
She produced her purse, and showed the girl some sovereigns, then led her to the door, intimating by signs that she would give her the money if she would but open it. The girl seemed to understand, but laughed again and shook her head. "Na, na," she said. "I daurna lat ye oot sae lang's the maister's here." Hugo's coadjutors were apparently incorruptible.
The wee doggie cam' again to 'is maister's buryin'. Man, ye ne'er saw the like o' it. The wifie found 'im flattened oot to a furry door-mat, an' greetin' to brak 'is heart." "It's a remarkable story; and he's a beautiful little dog, and a leal one." The minister stooped and patted Bobby, and he was thoughtful all the way to the gate. "The matter need not be brought up in any formal way.
'T' maister's down i' t' fowld. Go round by th' end o' t' laith, if ye went to spake to him. 'Is there nobody inside to open the door? I hallooed, responsively. 'There's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll not oppen 't an ye mak' yer flaysome dins till neeght. 'Why? Cannot you tell her whom I am, eh, Joseph? 'Nor-ne me! I'll hae no hend wi't, muttered the head, vanishing.
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