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Updated: June 23, 2025
An' Grumpy he goes ragin' about the house sayin' he'll have nothin' to do wi' the poor little thing who's not so little naither, bein' a ten-year-old if she's an hour, an' a purty sweet face to boot an' that he'll send her to the workus' or pris'n, or anywhere; but in his house she's not to stop another day.
"Naither better nor waur nor my neepers," interrupted Mistress Croale, forgetting what she had just implied: "a body maun live." "There are limits even to that most generally accepted of all principles," returned Mr. Sclater; "and I give you fair warning that I mean to do what I can to shut up all such houses as yours in my parish.
"But I am your minister, and need nothing of the sort!" said Gilbert Peden. "I command you to let me pass!" "Command me nae commands! John Bairdieson kens better nor that. Ye are naither minister nor ruler; ye are but an elder, like mysel' equal among your equals; an' ye maun sit amang us this day and help to vote for a teachin' elder, first among his equals, to be set solemnly apairt."
'But I div won'er ye're no fleyt! 'Fleyt! rejoined Steenie; 'what for wud I be fleyt? What is there to be fleyt at? I never was fleyt at face o' man or wuman na, nor o' beast naither! I was ance, and never but that ance, fleyt at the face o' a bairn! 'And what for that, Steenie? 'He was rinnin efter his wee sister to lick her, and his face was the face o' a deevil.
"But as I was a-sayin' bhoy, I haaven't had a rale good laugh since she died; haave I, Mary?" "I haaven't naither," Mary said. "Aye, but ye've had double throuble, dear." "We never let trouble rob us of laughter when I was here." "Because whin ye wor here she was here too. In thim days whin throuble came she'd tear it t' pieces an' make fun ov aych piece, begorra.
"Why, this: I'm harrished by what I've done for every one; an' an' the short and the long of it is, that I've naither male nor money to throw away. I couldn't afford it and I can't. I'm a rogue, Mrs. Dalton a miser, an extortioner, an ungrateful knave, and everything that is bad an' worse than another; an' for that raison, I say, I have naither male nor money to throw away.
Cudna he be doon a meenute but she maun be upon 'im to devoor 'im! an' her father naething but the cursin' flesher o' Stanedyhes! forby 'at a'body kens she was promised to Jock Rantle, the mason lad, an wad hae hed him, gien the father o' her hadna sworn at them that awfu' 'at naither o' them daured gang a fit further!
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