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"It pleases me, father," he went on, "to see nane o' them set. It pruvs naething, but maks 't jist a wheen mair likly he got them first han' like. Eh, the queer things! sae hard, an' yet 'maist bodiless! naething but skinfu's o' licht!" "Hooever they war gotten," rejoined the laird, there can be no question but the only w'y o' cleansin' them is to put them to the best use we possibly can."
"Step up, Airchie man, tae the vestry," Burnbrae would say to the one under-sized man in Drumtochty, "and tell the minister no tae forget the Jews. It's a bonnie bit room, but three fouk stannin' maks it contrakit for another man," It was eight feet by eight, and consisted largely of two doors and a fireplace, and its chief glory was a portrait of Dr.
Resting thus about half way home, she sang a song which she had found in her father's old song-book. She had said it once to Alec and Curly, but they did not care much for it, and she had not thought of it again till now. "Ane by ane they gang awa'. The gatherer gathers great an' sma'. Ane by ane maks ane an' a'.
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.
If thaa wur a married mon, naa, and bed childer, it 'ud happen be different; but bein' single, thaa sees, th' aatside o' yon threshold is th' reight side for such as thee and me. 'Nonsense, Amos; you are reversing the teaching of the Master. He went after the sinner, did He not? 'Yi, He did; and He lost His repetation o'er it. They co'd Him a winebibber, and a friend o' all maks o' bad uns.
'It was e'en judged sae, said Dinmont, 'and I think this maks it likely; for they aye ken where the gangs o' ilk ither are to be found, and they can gar news flee like a footba' through the country an they like.
But eh! to see that puir negleckit bairn o' his rin scoorin' aboot the toon yon gait wi' little o' a jacket but the collar, an' naething o' the breeks but the doup eh, wuman! it maks a mither's hert sair to luik upo' 't. It's a providence 'at his mither's weel awa' an' canna see't; it wad gar her turn in her grave." George was the first arrival at Mistress Croale's that night.
T' squirrels started spittin' an' sweerin' like mad, t' ullets yammered an' t' wind yowled, an' there was all maks an' manders o' noises owerheead. Then, efter a minute, t' mooin gat clear o' t' thunner-pack, an' Doed glowered around. But there was nowt to be seen nowheer.
"There's nae pooer on heaven or airth like luve," Marget said to me afterwards; "it maks the weak strong and the dumb tae speak. Oor herts were as water afore Tammas's words, an' a' saw the doctor shake in his saddle. A' never kent till that meenut hoo he hed a share in a'body's grief, an' carried the heaviest wecht o' a' the Glen.
"It's the yoong laird!" said Aggie, and stopped. "What's come till 'im?" asked the laird, in the sharpened tone of anxiety. "It's no muckle, he says himsel'. But his heid's some sair yet." "What maks his heid sair? He was weel eneuch whan he gaed this mornin'." "The maister knockit 'im doon." The laird started as if one had struck him in the face.
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