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"Jean," said Dan, "be canny wi' Belle, or she'll put such a spell on ye that ye'll no' hear your lad whistling ootside your window, and the first thing ye'll ken he'll be inside, and you maybe in your sark." "Ye ken too much aboot sich truck and trollop and the wey in by windows," cried Jean, her face like the heart o' the fire; for her lad was looking sheepishly at her from the corn-kist.
He looked in a puzzled way from one face to another, not realizing for the moment where he was. Davie was the first to speak. "The storm's bin ower muckle for ye, sir, I'm thinkin'," he said kindly. "It's weel ye chanced to find y'r wye t' oor wee hoosachie. It's nae muckle to be prood on; but it's better ner bein' ootside in siclike weather, I doot!"
'It's a shame, she said, 'a horrid shame, that we should never hae kent there was a place like this ootside o' Glesca. Wha is't made for? the rich, I suppose, as the best things are. 'Oh no, said Teen quite gently. 'There are plenty puir folk in the country, an' bad folk tae. Mrs.
"Yes, I'm here, Marjorie," and the General stooped over the low bed where the old woman was lying, "and this is my daughter, the only child left me; you would hear that all my boys were killed." "We did that, and we were a' wae for ye; a' thocht o' ye and a' saw ye in yir sorrow, for them 'at canna see ootside see the better inside.
"By God, if I could only get that Ronny McKinnon under my bonny blue hanger," said Gilchrist, the ganger that had the soft side for Mirren Stuart. "One good prog wid pay for this night's daftness," growled his leader, and again came Gilchrist's voice "Was I tae ken McKinnon was ootside Finlay Stuart's and a dozen o' ye in the kitchen."
The maircies o' Providence, as shown to man in the choicest veentages o' Spain, are clean thrown away on 'em." "Have you brought the water?" "I ha' brought the water and mair than the water. I ha' brought ye news from ootside. There's a company o' gentlemen on horseback, joost cantering by to what they ca' the shootin' cottage, a mile from this." "Well and what have we got to do with it?"
"Are you Mr Cupples?" she said. The man started, and answered, "Yes, my lass. And wha are ye?" "I'm Annie Anderson. Alec's some disturbit wi' your singin'. Ye'll wauk him up, and he'll be a hantle the waur o' 't." "I winna sing anither stave. It was lanesome stan'in' upo' the ootside here, as gin I war ane o' the foolish virgins." "Eh! wadna that be dreidfu'?" responded Annie simply.
"Colonel," he went on, "I could be wishing this varry creeditable-appearing institution judging from the ootside o't were twice as big as it is, wi' maybe an Annexe or so to the back of that."
"So a' saw there wes nae ither wy o't but tae mairry ye an' get some kind of order in the hoose; noo ye 'll understand the poseetion an' no need anither tellin'; ootside in the kirk an' pairish ye 're maister, an' a 'll never conter ye, for a' ken ma place as a kirk member an' yir place as beadle; inside in this hoose a 'm maister, an' ye 'll dae what ye 're bid, always in due submission tae the Doctor, wha 's maister baith in an' oot.
They were to say gude-bye to him the morrow, never to see him again; Annie was to hold him in her mither's arms for the last time. Oh, it was the sair nicht for those twa, yell ken withoot ma tellin' ye! Come three o' the clock next afternoon and there was the sound o' wheels ootside the wee hoose. Jamie started and looked at Annie, and the tears sprang to their een as they turned to the wean.
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