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Ye're a douce, God-fearin' lassie, and He'll tak care o' his ain." Here his mind began to wander again. "Marget," he said, "is my een steekit, for I think I see angels?" "Ay are they�-close eueuch." "Weel, that's verra weel. I'll hae a sleep noo." He was silent for some time.
'Have yo' heerd aught of Miss Marget lately? 'Miss who? replied Mr. Thornton. 'Oh yes! and suddenly, the wintry frost-bound look of care had left Mr. Thornton's face, as if some soft summer gale had blown all anxiety away from his mind; and though his mouth was as much compressed as before, his eyes smiled out benignly on his questioner. 'She's my landlord now, you know, Higgins.
The peace of the Free Kirk had been broken, and the minister was eating out his heart, when he remembered the invitation of Marget Howe, and went one sweet spring day to Whinnie Knowe. Marget met him with her quiet welcome at the garden gate.
"Here, Kael," said the father, singling out a fair-haired, intelligent-looking little fellow, "you can show the young lady the way to widow Marget Erikson's." Again there was a scrutinizing, questioning look on the part of the pastor. A slight flush tinged the cheek of the stranger. She was turning away with her guide, when the boy said hastily, "Where's the basket, mamma?"
"As I have said," was his closing remark, "I will soon put a stop to his loafing; for I will cut off his wages every hour that he idles." "You can't cut down his wages, Cousin Bickel, before he begins to have any," said Marget to herself as Mr. Bickel marched off with his most important air. Aunty went into the little house. The outer door opened into the kitchen, and beyond was the living-room.
At Doddridge Knapp's suggestion I arranged to do my business through three brokers, and added Lattimer and Hobart to Wallbridge, and Bockstein and Eppner. Bockstein greeted me affably: "Velgome to de marget vonce more, Mr. , Mr. "Wilton," said Eppner, assisting his partner in his high, dry voice, with cold civility.
It was said that Father Peter had made the remark to his niece, Marget, though Marget denied it and implored the bishop to believe her and spare her old uncle from poverty and disgrace. But the bishop wouldn't listen.
A small fish was in the frying-pan, crisp and brown and tempting, and one could see that Marget was not expecting such respectable food as this. Ursula brought it, and Marget divided it between Satan and me, declining to take any of it herself; and was beginning to say she did not care for fish to-day, but she did not finish the remark.
"As Lady Marget died about two hundred years ago, I don't care a pin what she would say, especially as she looks like a very narrow-minded, haughty woman. But I do care very much what Miss Plenty Campbell says, for she is a very sensible, generous, discreet, and dear old lady who wouldn't hurt a fly, much less a good and faithful girl who has been a sister to me.
"Maister Gordon," said Marget, "this is George's Homer, and he bade me tell you that he coonted yir freendship ain o' the gifts o' God." For a brief space Gordon was silent, and, when he spoke, his voice sounded strange in that room. "Your son was the finest scholar of my time, and a very perfect gentleman. He was also my true friend, and I pray God to console his mother."
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