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Updated: September 28, 2025
All the night long and Kirsty knew he was near Steenie was roving within sight of the window where the light was burning. He did not know that Phemy was ill; pity for her heart-ache drew him thither. As soon as he thought his sister would be up, he went in: the door was never locked. She heard him, and came to him. The moment he learned Phemy's condition, he said he would go for the doctor.
When the day arrived, both saw that the weather gave signs of breaking, but the heavy clouds on the horizon seemed no worse than had often shown themselves that winter, and as often passed away. The air was warm, the day bright, the earth dry, and Phemy and her aunt were in good spirits.
And Kirsty was a goddess, for she was what she had to be, and never thought about it. Phemy sank down in the heather, declaring she could go no farther, and looked so white and so pitiful that Kirsty's heart filled afresh with compassion.
There 's no a doobt but yer Phemy 'ill come hame to ye safe an' soon'." "I was thinkin' aboot Lizzy," said the other, a little astonished; and then the prayer began, and they had to be silent. The sermon of the ploughman was both dull and sensible, an excellent variety where few of the sermons were either; but it made little impression on Mrs Findlay or Mrs Mair.
I never did ye an ill turn 'at I ken o'! said Phemy, and burst afresh into tears of self-pity and sense of wrong. 'Na, my bonny doo, answered Kirsty, 'ye never did me ony ill turn! It wasna in ye. But that's the less rizzon 'at I sudna du you a guid ane. And yer father has been like the Bountiful himsel to me!
"Gien 't hadna been for you, naebody wad hae fun' oot the w'y intil the cave," she rejoined, her gray eyes, blue with the fire of anger, looking straight into his. "Phemy! Phemy!" said her mother. "For shame!" "There's nae shame intill 't," protested the child indignantly. "But there is shame intill 't," said Malcolm quietly, "for ye wrang an honest man."
Had Kirsty known the schoolmaster no better than his sister-in-law knew him, she would, like her, have gone to him; but she was perfectly certain that it would be almost impossible to rouse him, and that, once convinced that his confidence had been abused, he would be utterly furious, and probably bear himself in such fashion as to make Phemy desperate, perhaps make her hate him.
Kirsty in vain begged him to have some breakfast first: he took a piece of oatcake in his hand and went. The doctor returned with him, and pronounced the attack pleurisy. Phemy did not seem to care what became of her. She was ill a long time, and for a fortnight the doctor came every day. There was now so much to be done, that Kirsty could seldom go with Steenie to the hill.
He shook his hands like a despairing child, then stamped and wept in the agony of frustrated rage. Mrs Courthope took Phemy in her arms, and carried her to her own room, where she opened the window, and let the snowy wind blow full upon her. As soon as she came quite to herself Malcolm set out to bear the good tidings to her father and mother.
He would sit for an hour at the other end of the room, and watch her like a dog without moving. He could have sat so all day, but, as soon as she was able to move about, nothing could keep Phemy in one place more than an hour at the utmost.
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