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Updated: September 29, 2025
He was dirty, ragged, unkempt, and feeble, but quite sober, and pathetically anxious for human sympathy. "I'm achty-sax year auld, he maundered, apropos of nothing, "achty-sax year auld. I've seen five lairds o' Pettybaw, sax placed meenisters, an' seeven doctors. I was a mason, an' a stoot mon i' thae days, but it's a meeserable life noo. Wife deid, bairns deid!
Visions of home-made goodies had danced before our eyes, but as the hall clock doesna strike she is unable to rise at any exact hour, and as the range draft is bad, and the coals too hard to batter up wi' a hatchet, we naturally have to content ourselves with the baker's loaf. And this is a truthful portrait of 'Calamity Jane, our one Pettybaw grievance.
'There were three ladies in a hall With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay, There came a lord among them all As the primrose spreads so sweetly. The Cruel Brother. Willie Beresford has come to Pettybaw, and that Arcadian village has received the last touch that makes it Paradise. We are exploring the neighbourhood together, and whichever path we take we think it lovelier than the one before.
"It has not offended me, save that it chances to be Ronald Macdonald's parish that is all." "Ronald Macdonald's parish!" we repeated automatically. "Certainly you must have heard him mention Inchcaldy; and how queer he will think it that I have come to Pettybaw, under all the circumstances!"
Before going to sleep we rented the draper's house, named it Bide-a-Wee Cottage, engaged daily luncheons and dinners for three persons at the Pettybaw Inn and Posting Establishment, telegraphed to Edinburgh for Jane Grieve, to Callander for Francesca, and despatched a letter to Paris for Mr.
The wings of the morning stirred and trembled; and in the darkness and chill and mysterious awakening eyes looked into other eyes, hand sought hand, and cheeks touched each other in mute caress. Every noon, during this last week, as we have wended our way up the loaning to the Pettybaw inn for our luncheon, we have passed three magpies sitting together on the topmost rail of the fence.
Francesca drove home with Miss Dalziel before the quadrille d'honneur, and when Willie bade me good night at the gate in the loaning, he said, "I shall not be early to-morrow, dear. I am going to see Macdonald off." "Off!" I exclaimed. "Where is he going?" "Only to Edinburgh and London, to stay till the last of next week." "But we may have left Pettybaw by that time."
Laith will the lassie be to weet her bonny shoon, but lang ere the play'll be ower she'll wat her hat aboon. A gust o' win' is skirlin' the noo, and as we luik ower the faem, the haar is risin', weetin' the green swaird wi' misty shoo'rs. Yestreen was a calm simmer gloamin', sae sweet an' bonnie that when the sun was sinkin' doon ower Pettybaw Sands we daundered ower the muir.
"Verra weel, mam," she responded more affably, "thank you kindly; no, I couldna tak' it in hand to sell six pennyworth of that ginger-cake and let one-and-sixpence worth gae dry in the bakery. A beautiful day, mam! Won'erful blest in weather ye are! Let me open your umbrella for you, mam!" David Robb is the weaver of Pettybaw.
The Cotter's Saturday Night. We have lived in Pettybaw a very short time, but I see that we have already made an impression upon all grades of society. This was not our intention.
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