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"You will observe," said Parker, blandly, "that there is some twenty inches difference between the gage of the wheels and the gage " "I don't care that" and Colonel Ward snapped the great whip "for your gages and your gouges! Take that engine off this ro'd." "I don't care to discuss the matter," returned Parker, quietly. "I am busy about my own affairs too busy to quarrel."
It was "Balm o' Joy" Brackett, his arms akimbo as he fished on the reins to hurry his horse. He was coming from the direction of the toll-bridge, and had evidently met the boy. "I've got my lo'd I've got my lo'd, but I'll leave behind me all o' the ro'd," he chirped, when the Cap'n went plunging toward him with the evident intention of getting on board.
The maister, I mak nae doobt, 'ill len' me a horse to come for ye i' the morning." "I winna hear o' 't!" answered Maggie. "I can tramp the lave o' the ro'd as weel's you, Andrew!" "But I hae a' thae things to cairry, and that'll no lea' me a ban' to help ye ower the burn!" objected Andrew. "What o' that?" she returned. "I was sae fell tired o' sittin that my legs are jist like to rin awa wi' me.
"I'm gaein' to luik for a place." "But, Aggie, gien it canna be helpit; and gang ye maun, YE ken I'm rich, an' I ken there's naebody i' the warl' wi' a better richt to share in what I hae: wadna ye like to gang til a ladies' school, an' learn a heap o' things?" "Na, I wadna. It's hard wark I need to haud me i' the richt ro'd.
In Hyde Park Malcolm told his friend that he had sent for Kelpie. "She'll be the deid o' ye i' thae streets, as fu' o' wheels as the sea o' fish: twize I've been 'maist gr'un to poother o' my ro'd here," said Peter.
"Dinna ye tell Grizzie that." "What for no?" "She wad be angert first, an' syne her hert wad be like to brak." "There's nae occasion to say't," conceded Cosmo. "But what's come o' her the nicht?" he went on. "It's some dark, an' I doobt she'll " "The ro'd atween this an' the Muir's no easy to lowse," said Aggie.
A'thing 's on the ro'd to the German Ocean. The lan' 's jist miltin' awa' intill the sea!" Janet sat silent, knitting hard at a stocking she had got hold of, that Jean had begun for her brother.
Going up to his father, he had to pass the door of his own room, now occupied by James Gracie. As he drew near it, he heard the voice of Aggie speaking to her grandfather. What she said he did not know, but he heard the answer. Ye may jist as weel close yer e'en. His garment spreads ower a' the ro'd, an' what we hae to du is to haud a guid grip o' 't no to try an' see ayont it."
But the laird, learning the mood the old man was in, rose, and climbed the stair, and stood before his bed, and said to him solemnly, "Jeames, wha are ye to tell the Lord it's time he sud tak ye? what KIN' o' faith is 't, to refuse a sup,'cause ye see na anither spunefu' upo' the ro'd ahin' 't?" James hid his old face in his old hands.
An' this hoose and yaird was ance my father's, and sae he had that door throu, they tell me. An' I thocht gin it suld be open, it wad be a fine thing for me, to haud fowk ohn seen me. But it was verra ill-bred to you, mem, I ken, to come throu your yaird ohn speirt leave. I beg yer pardon, mem, an' I'll jist gang back, and roon' by the ro'd. This is my fiddle I hae aneath my airm.
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