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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Nestie and me were just out for a run to keep our wind richt, an' we cam on a man and three boys among the pheasants in the low park." "Among the what? Meddlin' with Lord Kilspindie's birds?" "Well, I dinna ken if they were juist poachin', but they were feedin' them, and we saw a net."
After all, he was only doing what every one of us would have done in the same circumstances conciliating the tyrant and covering his own sufferings. We kept a respectful distance till Nestie parted with his guardian, and then we closed in round him and licked our lips, for the story that Nestie could tell would make any Indian tale hardly worth the reading.
"You know we are not rich, but we've s-saved a little, for Nestie is a famous little house-k-keeper; and maybe there's enough to keep him ... till he grows big; and I'll give you the receipt at the bank, and you'll ... manage for him, won't you?"
For the thought of Peter busy with a triangle under the care and pastoral oversight of Mr. Byles could only be explained in one way. "No," replied Speug savagely, "nor with my fists, either. The fact is " And then Speug hesitated, realising amid his many excellences a certain deficiency of speech for a delicate situation. "Nestie, what are ye glowering at?
"No, you aren't, not one little bit, pater, if there's real d-danger." Nestie was now on his father's knee, with a hand round his neck. "Who faced the cow on the meadows when she was charging, and the nurse had left the child, eh? Now, pater, tell the truth."
For of all his exploits which had delighted the Seminary, none, for its wonder and daring, its sheer amazingness, could be compared with a stolen visit to Bulldog's rabbits. "Nestie," he murmured to himself, as he remembered that little Englishman's prodigal imagination, "is a maist extraordinary leear, but he said 'as sure as death." "Why, Speug, is that you? You ought to have opened the door.
The master looked round the school, and there was a flush on his cheek. "John Howieson," with a voice that knew no refusal, and Jock stood in his place. "Give me the laddie's name who savit Nestie." "It was Speug, sir, an' it wes michty; but a' wudna hae telt had ye no askit, an' it's no my blame," and Jock cast a deprecatory glance where Peter was striving to hide himself behind a slate.
"It would be juist michty," said Speug, who was cheered at the thought of any battle, and he regarded Nestie with admiration, and then his face fell and he declared it of no use. "They wouldna come, dash them for their cheek! and if they came they'd lick us clean. They have a professional and they play from morning till night. We're light-weights, Nestie.
With many an "Ach!" and other words, too, he was bewailing the situation and hanging over his invalid, while she seemed to be cheering him and trying if she could so lie in the chair as to lessen the weight upon the lower side, while every minute the wheel sank deeper in the soft earth. "What are you st-staring at, you idle, worthless v-vagabond?" said Nestie to Speug.
It was understood that Nestie's mother was dead and that his father was the Baptist minister of Muirtown a denomination whose adherents were few and whose practices were vaguely associated with the mill lade and for two years before he appeared at school Nestie and his father were quite familiar to the boys.
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