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"I am better alone," said Ellen, with a repelling motion of the hand. "If I need any thing, I will ring for Meggie; she is quite accustomed to my headaches." "But, Nellie," said her cousin, in a beseeching tone, "something in your manner tells me that you do not love me, and yet I am not conscious that I have offended you. I can not go from , without being at peace with everybody.
"O mother! mother!" replied Agnes, "it will never be in my power to save him; for what ye hae said he will never think o'; and even if I were his wife, I question if my faither would pardon him, though I should beg it upon my knees." "Oh, your faither's no sae ill as that, Meggie, my doo," said the old lady.
"'Where have you been these five years and a half? I repeated. "'Where have I no been, lad? he replied. "'At Harvie, I said. "'Right you are, said he good-naturedly. 'Meggie, I had no intention of leaving you that day, though I was yawning myself to death in Harvie; but I sees a whaler, and I thinks, "That's a tidy boat, and I'm a tidy man, and if they'll take me and the dog, off we go."
The old dame sat down by her daughter's side, and, after a few observations respecting the weather, and the quality of the lint she was then torturing into threads, she said "Weel, I'm just thinking, Meggie, that ye mak me an auld woman. Ye would be six-and-twenty past at last Lammas." "So I believe, mother!" said Meggie; and a sigh, or a very deep and long-drawn breath, followed her words.
Naebody taks ye to be, answered the chairman. 'Meggie, there's naebody's had ower muckle yet, and twa or three o' 's hasna had freely eneuch. Jist gang an' fess a mutchkin mair. An' there'll be a shillin' to yersel', lass. Meg retired, but straightway returned. 'Miss Naper says there's no a drap mair drink to be had i' this hoose the nicht.
And since we ought to dwell as little as possible upon scenes in which unguarded innocence is exposed to artful conspiracies, we will put a page or two into the brute form of dramatic dialogue, and so sail through it quicker. 1st Merchant. "Where are ye going, Meggie?" Christie Johnstone. "If onybody asks ye, say ye dinna ken." 1st Mer. "Will ye sell your fish?" Christie. "Suner than gie them."
"Shall I serve the tea now, Mem?" said the real housemaid, surveying our greeting coldly. "Not till Mr. Ponderevo comes, Meggie," said my aunt, and grimaced with extraordinary swiftness and virulence as the housemaid turned her back. "Meggie she calls herself," said my aunt as the door closed, and left me to infer a certain want of sympathy. "You're looking very jolly, aunt," said I.
'Here, Meggie, said the chairman, 'there's yer shillin'; and ye jist gang to Miss Lettie, and gie her my compliments, and say that Mr. Lammie's here, and we haena seen him for a lang time. And' the rest was spoken in a whisper 'I'll sweir to ye, Meggie, the weyver body sanna hae ae drap o' 't. Meg withdrew once more, and returned.
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