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She came within sight of the laird just as he turned into the mouth of a well known cave and vanished. Phemy was one of those rare and blessed natures which have endless courage because they have no distrust, and she ran straight into the cave after him, without even first stopping to look in. It was not a very interesting cave to look into.
Ere he began, however, he gazed all around with a look which Phemy interpreted as a renewed search for the Father of lights, whom he would fain thank for his gifts. When he had finished, he threw the remnants into one of the fires, then went down to the sea, and there washed his face and hands in a rock pool, after which they set off again, straying yet further along the coast.
"Rin, an' fess her here than, for I'm fleyed at yer sister, honest wuman, an' little Phemy. It wad blaud a' thing gien I was hurried to du something afore I kenned what." "I s' ha'e her oot in a meenute," said Joseph, and scrambled up the cliff.
If she was lovely, as Frank told her, and as she saw in the glass, why should she not be pleased with herself? If Kirsty had been made like her, she would have been just as vain as she! All her life the doll never saw the beauty of the woman. Beside Phemy, Kirsty walked like an Olympian goddess beside the naiad of a brook.
Barclay and Kirsty busied themselves about Phemy, who was as playful and teasing as a pet kitten while they dressed her, but Steenie kept in the darkest corner, watching every thing, but offering no unneeded help.
He gangs here an' he gangs there jist as he likes. It's whan naebody kens whaur he is, that I ken, an' gang till him." "Is he i' the hoose?" "Na, he's no i' the hoose." "Whaur is he than, Phemy?" said Malcolm coaxingly. "There's ill fowk aboot 'at's efter deein' him an ill turn." "The mair need no to tell!" retorted Phemy. "But I want to tak care 'o 'im.
"My mither was oot last nicht wi' the boat, an' Auntie Jinse was wi' the bairn, an' sae I cud du as I likit." "An' what did ye like, Phemy?" "A'body kens what I like," answered the child: "I was oot an' aboot a' nicht. An' eh, Ma'colm! I hed a veesion." "What was that, Phemy?"
He then mentioned his early recollection of Burns, whom he considered his father's house to have been honoured by receiving within its walls; and playfully alluded to what the chairman had stated of his sister being the 'Phemy' of the poet, "a bonnier lass Than braes of Yarrow ever saw;"
In her heart she saw before her the very man for her hero. A woman's hero gives some measure, not of what she is, hardly of what she would like to be, but of what she would like to pass for: here was the ideal for which Phemy had so long been waiting, and wherein consisted his glory? In youth, position, and good looks!
I ken 'at they're there; but I'll sune be used till 't." "Weel, sit ye doon an' tak a cup o' tay wi' 's" "I haena muckle time to spare," said Malcolm; "but I'll tak a cup o' tay wi' ye. Phemy, who had been regarding him with compressed lips and suspended operations, deposited her bread and butter on the table, and slipped from her chair. "Whaur are ye gaein', Phemy?" said her mother.
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