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"Nonsense here, nonsense there!" said Donal, "I see a heap o' sense intil 't. But nonsense or no, Nicie, its nane o' my nonsense: I wuss it war. It's hun'ers o' years auld, that ballant, I s' warran'." "It's beautiful," said Ginevra, with decision and dignity. "I hope he married the lady, and they lived happy ever after." "I dinna ken, mem.
"There was a road, Nicie, and I thought you would come after me." "I was a muckle geese, missie; but eh! I'm glaid I hae gotten ye. Come awa' an' see my mother." "Yes, Nicie. We'll tell her all about it. You see I haven't got a mother to tell, so I will tell yours." From that hour Nicie's mother was a mother to Ginny as well. "Anither o' 's lambs to feed!" she said to herself.
"But michtna the Maister himsel' forgie her?" suggested Nicie, a little puzzled. "Lassie," said her mother solemnly, "ye dinna surely think 'at the Lord's forgifness is to lat fowk aff ohn repentit? That wad be a strange fawvour to grant them! I'm sure it was sae whan I gied you yer whups, lass.
"I'm won'erin' what my mother'll be deein'," answered Nicie: "she's up there." "Up there!" exclaimed Ginny, and, turning, stared at the mountain too, expecting to perceive Nicie's mother somewhere upon the face of it. "Na, na, missie! ye canna see her," said the girl; "she's no in sicht. She's ower ayont there. "How I should like to see your father and mother, Nicie!" exclaimed Ginevra.
Never in her life before had she felt that she was alone. She had often felt lonely, but she had always known where to find the bodily presence of somebody. Now she might cry and scream the whole day, and nobody answer! Her heart swelled into her throat, then sank away, leaving a wide hollow. It was so eerie! But Nicie would soon come, and then all would be well.
"Ow, is he there?" said Nicie. "I'll maybe get sicht, gien I dinna get word o' him. He cam ance to the kitchen-door to see me, but Mistress Mac Farlane wadna lat him in. She wad hae nae loons comin' aboot the place she said. I said 'at hoo he was my brither. She said, says she, that was naething to her, an' she wad hae no brithers.
Probably he forgot all about it, for the governess was not heard of at Glashruach, and things fell into their old way. There was no spiritual traffic between the father and daughter, consequently Ginevra never said anything about Donal or Gibbie, or her friendship for Nicie. He had himself to blame altogether; he had made it impossible for her to talk to him.
Donal read to them for a whole hour, concerning which reading, and Ginevra's reception of it, Nicie declared she could not see what for they made sic a wark aboot a wheen auld ballants, ane efter anither. "They're no half sae bonnie as the paraphrases, Donal," she said. After this, Ginevra went frequently with Nicie to see her mother, and learned much of the best from her.
Before the winter was over, the bond between them was strong. One principal duty required of Nicie her parents had named her after the mother of St. Paul's Timothy was to accompany her mistress every fine day to the manse, a mile and a half from Glashruach.
Donal was across in a moment, for here the water was nowhere over a foot or two in depth. "Oh, Donal! you've wet your feet!" cried Ginevra. Donal laughed. "What ill 'ill that dee me, mem?" "None, I hope," said Ginny; "but it might, you know." "I micht hae been droont," said Donal. "Nicie," said Ginny, with dignity, "your brother is laughing at me." "Na, na, mem," said Donal, apologetically.
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