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An' the bairns are aye merryin' here an merryin' there, an' yon daft Peter 'll be bringin' yon harum-scarum girl o' yours in ane o' thae days not but that she's a guid honest lass, but ah dinna see whit he wants wi' an Eerish thing like yon; an' the land jist owerrun wi' guid Scotch lassies that ye ken a' aboot wha their faethers an' mithers were."
"Not at all, sir; but I doobt that's what it'll come til atween you and Maggie!" "You mean that she will not marry?" "I mean that she winna merry you, sir." "But just think how much more she could do for Christ as the minister's wife!" "I'm 'maist convinced she wad coont merryin you as tantamount to refusin to lea' a' for the Son o' Man." "Why should she think that?"
Ah ken whit ah want to dae," another coquettish toss of the roses, "but ah'm no so sure jist whit's best aboot merryin', ye ken." "Yes," said Elizabeth faintly. "He's tarrible took wi' me, mind ye," she looked archly at her listener, "but ah'm no sae saft as to be took wi' men, ma' lass. Ah've seen lots o' them in ma' day."
"It canna be an angel," said Robert at length, "for it's singin' 'My Nannie's Awa'." "An' what for no an angel?" returned Janet. "Isna that jist what ye micht be singin' yersel', efter what ye was sayin' last nicht? I'm thinkin' there maun be a heap o' yoong angels up there, new deid, singin', 'My Nannie's Awa'." "Hoot, Janet! ye ken there's naither merryin' nor giein' in merriage there."
And I wadna wonner gin he had set's hert upo' merryin' her upo' 's ain Rob, and sae keepin' her bit siller i' the faimily. "'Deed! maybe, gudewife. He's a burnin' and a shinin' licht amo' you missioners, though; and ye maunna say ill o' 'm, for fear he has ye up afore the kirk." "Ay, deed is he! "Hoot, lass! Ye're ower sair even upo' him.
"Wha was sayin' onything aboot merryin' or giein' in merriage, Robert? Is that to say 'at you an' me's to be no more to ane anither nor ither fowk? Nor it's no to say 'at, 'cause merriage is no the w'y o' the country, 'at there's to be naething better i' the place o' 't." "What garred the Maister say onything aboot it than?" "A body micht think it wad be left to hersel' to say," suggested Robert.
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