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Maybe so it wull mak' us see hoo it came aboot that he grew mean, as the English are like to be fond o' calling him. Many and many the canny Scot who's made a great place for himsel' in the world was born and brocht up in a wee village in a glen. He'd see poverty all aboot him frae the day his een were opened. It's a hard life that's lived in many a Scottish village.
Noo, as your brither, Sandy, is the young laird's servant, ye maun e'en try if ye can write a letter to him, an' tell him o' a' this ongaun. Though it's no very weel written, he'll maybe mak oot to read it; an', if he's no sair changed since he left his mother an' his hame, he'll tell the laird the truth." Catherine was ready to comply with her mother's proposal.
If I do it'll be a big help to you, mither. My! I'll soon mak' a poun' at that rate," and he laughed enthusiastically at the thought of it. A pound seemed to represent riches to his boyish mind. What might his mother not do with a pound? Ever so many things could be bought. And that was merely a start.
"I go because you say you got go if I don't go. I don't want you to mak' anot'er fool lak before. I go for 'cause you promise me you stay here." It was impossible for poor Bela to justify her contradictions, so she kept silent. "You lak a woman, all right," declared Musq'oosis scornfully.
Annie saw his discomposure, and taking his great hand in her two little ones, looked full into his cold grey eyes, and said, still smiling, "Eh, Thomas! wadna ye hae a body mak' a grainy fun whiles whan it comes o' itsel' like?" But Thomas, anxious about the state of mind that produced the change, did not show himself satisfied.
"I fear they will be o'er weel wrappit up in the warm flannens o' faith, an clouted wi' the dirty duds o' repentance, for us to mak a meal o'," quo the first. "Whaten vile sounds are these that I hear coming bumming up the hill?"
But iv a gentleman axes mo into his heawse, aw'm noan beawn to be afeard. Aw'll coom in, for mayhap yo can help mo. It be a coorous plaze. What dun yo mak here? Col. G. What would you think now? Th. It looks to mo like a mason's shed a greight one. Col. G. You're not so far wrong. Th. It do look a queer plaze. Aw be noan so sure abeawt it.
"Don' yo' worry 'bout me none; I'll be cropin' down erbout noon." But Mrs. MacCall would not hear to his moving. Then Tess and Dot carried up his hot breakfast on one of the best trays, with a nice white napkin laid over it. "Glo-ree! Chillen, yo' mak' a 'ninvalid out o' Unc' Rufus, an' he nebber wanter git up out'n hes baid at all.
'Courting? said she, drawing up her head, and looking back at him with proud defiance. 'Ay, courtin'! what other mak' o' thing is't when thou's gazin' after yon meddlesome chap, as if thou'd send thy eyes after him, and he making marlocks back at thee? It's what we ca'ed courtin' i' my young days anyhow.
Natalie immediately came forward, offering her hand. Rina clung to it without speaking, turning away her head to hide welling tears. "Where did you meet these people?" Garth asked her. "On the prairie," she answered, low-voiced. "Yesterday, noon spell. They coming this way. Nick Grylls, him mak' moch friend with 'Erbe't, and 'Erbe't, him glad.
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