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"But the warl' maun wag, though the hert may sag; an' whan the deid lies streekit, there's a hoose to be theekit. An' the freens an' the neebours gatithert frae near an' frae far, till there was a heap o' fowk i' the hoose, come to the beeryin' o' the bonny bairn.
'That s' be as ye please, Miss Craig. But I wud lat you ca' me a' the ill names in the dictionar to get ye to heark to me! I'm tellin ye naething but what's true as death. 'I call no one names. I am always civil to my neighbours whoever they may be! I will not listen to you. 'Eh, lassie, there's but feow o' yer neebours ceevil to yer name, whatever they be to yersel!
I wes tellin' Marget this verra mornin', and she says, 'Lachlan's become as a little child. I dinna haud wi' her there, but a quieter, mair cautious body ye never saw." Drumtochty was doing its best to focus Lachlan afresh, and felt the responsibility lay on Domsie, who accepted it cheerfully. "Marget's aye richt, neebours, and she's put the word on it noo.
They say the water bude till ha' howkit them ance upon a time, an' they maun hae been fu' o' partans, an' lobsters, an' their frien's an' neebours; but they're heigh an' dreigh noo, as the fule said o' his minister, an' naething intill them but foumarts, an' otters, an' sic like." "Well, well, my lad, we'll see," said his lordship kindly and turning once more, he resumed his walk.
The men have been talking about her and, many of them, favour not the trouble of marooning those on board of her. So, say most of us, let's get what we can from her, and then quickly rid ourselves of her one way or another." "'Tis well!" cried Bonnet, "we can riddle her hull and sink her." "Wi' the neebours on board?" asked Greenway. Captain Bonnet scowled blackly.
"Who let the hotheads control, then?" jerked out Mr. Meredith. "'T ain't no sort of use ter hev my neebours set agin me." "And ye'll vote at Burlington as they tell ye?" fumed the squire. "I'm rayther fearsome my rheumatiz will keep me ter hum this winter weather. I've had some mortal bad twinges naow an' agin." "Now damn me!" swore the squire, rising and pacing the room with angry strides.
"In a cauld how, far amo' the hills, whaur the winter was a sair thing, there leevit an honest couple, a man 'at had a gey lot o' sheep, an' his wife fowk weel aff in respec' o' this warl's gear, an' luikit up til amo' the neebours, but no to be envyed, seein' they had lost a' haill bonny faimily, ane efter the ither, till there was na ane left i' the hoose but jist ae laddie, the bonniest an' the best o' a', an' as a maitter o' coorse, the verra aipple o' their e'e.
And if the summons should be for yourself, how then? Haddo was startled out of all composure and the better part of his temper. 'What's this of it? he cried. 'I'm no waur than my neebours. I never set up to be speeritual; I never did. I'm a plain, canty creature; godliness is cheerfulness, says I; give me my fiddle and a dram, and I wouldna hairm a flee.
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