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Updated: May 29, 2025
There's them 'at's cleverer in the wys o' the world, but my man, Hendry McQumpha, never did naething in all his life 'at wasna weel intended, an' though his words is common, it's to the Lord he looks. I canna think but what Hendry's pleasin' to God. Oh, I dinna ken what to say wi' thankfulness to Him when I mind hoo guid he's been to me. Jamie " But then Jess sometimes broke down.
I knew that the gentility of the knock had taken both her and her mother aback. "Hoots, Johnny," said Leeby, "what haver's this? Come awa in." Johnny seemed annoyed. "Is this whaur Mistress McQumpha lives?" he repeated. "Say 'at it is," cried Jess, who was quicker in the uptake than her daughter.
Do you know, Thrums is the only place I was ever in where it struck me that the men are cleverer than the women." She told us why. "Well, to-night affords a case in point. Mr. McQumpha was quite brilliant, was he not, in comparison with his daughter? Really she seemed so put out at being at the manse that she could not raise her eyes.
He was her only son now, and she had not seen him for a year. On the way down the commonty, Leeby had the honour of being twice addressed as Miss McQumpha, but her father was Hendry to all, which shows that we make our social position for ourselves. Hendry looked forward to Jamie's annual appearance only a little less hungrily than Jess, but his pulse still beat regularly.
"Of course this is whaur Mistress McQumpha lives," Leeby then said, "as weel ye ken, for ye had yer dinner here no twa hours syne." "Then," said Johnny, "Mistress Tully's compliments to her, and would she kindly lend the christenin' robe, an' also the tea-tray, if the same be na needed?"
"He's comin', Leeby, he's comin'. He'll no hae naething, na, I couldna expeck He's by!" "I dinna believe it," cried Leeby, running to the window, "he's juist at his tricks again." This was in reference to a way our saturnine post had of pretending that he brought no letters and passing the door. Then he turned back. "Mistress McQumpha," he cried, and whistled.
After TAMMAS had finished boring half-a-dozen holes in the old sow with his sarcastic eye, he looked up, and addressed HENDRY MCQUMPHA. "HENDRY," he said, "ye ken I'm a humorist, div ye no?" HENDRY scratched the old sow meditatively, before he answered. "Ou ay," he said, at length. "I'm no saying 'at ye're no a humorist.
I addressed him, and, after pausing undecidedly, he ignored me. When he came to the door, instead of flinging it open and walking in, he knocked primly, which surprised me so much that I followed him. "Is this whaur Mistress McQumpha lives?" he asked, when Leeby, with a face ready to receive the minister himself, came at length to the door.
"I was sawin' awa wi' a' my micht," Rob said, "an' little Rob was haudin' the booards, for they were silly but things, when something made me look at the window. It couldna hae been a tap on't, for the birds has used me to that, an' it would hardly be a shadow, for little Rob didna look up. Whatever it was, I stoppit i' the middle o' a booard, an' lookit up, an' there I saw Jamie McQumpha.
It was a kind o' like a man hoarse wi' a cauld, an' yet no that either. "'Wha bides i' this hoose? he said, ay standin there. "'It's Davit Patullo's hoose, I said, 'an' am the wife. "'Whaur's Hendry McQumpha? he speired. "'He's deid, I said. "He stood still for a fell while. "'An' his wife, Jess? he said. "'She's deid, too, I said. "I thocht he gae a groan, but it may hae been the gate.
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