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"We have come to the ice now," said the boy; "we are on the mountain, you know, Sanna, that one sees so white in the sunshine from our garden. Now keep in mind what I shall tell you. Do you remember how often we used to sit in the garden, in the afternoon, how beautiful it was, how the bees hummed about us, how the linden-trees smelled sweet, and how the sun shone down on us?"
"Take good care, Sanna," she said, "that you don't get chilled, you mustn't get overheated. And don't you run up along the meadows and under the trees. Probably there will be some wind toward evening, and then you must walk more slowly. Greet father and mother and wish them a right merry Christmas." Grandmother kissed both children on their cheeks and pushed them through the door.
"Don't you believe it!" her aunt said with fire. She seemed ready for further speech, but interrupted herself, and was contented with a mere repetition of her first words, "Don't you BELIEVE it." "Your geese are all swans, Sanna," Mrs. Toland said, with a tolerant smile. "Very likely," Miss Toland said briefly, drinking off her black coffee at a draught.
There is sorrow that you have to bear, don't you know, Aunt Sanna, like crippled children, or somebody's death, or being poor; and then there are these other unnatural trials, that you just REBEL against!
"That's no vera likly," answered Maggie with a smile, as she stood in the doorway, in the wakeful night of the northern summer: "it's ane o' the Lord's ain lammies 'at he cam to the hills to seek. He's fund this ane!" "Weel, weel, my bonnie doo, it sanna be for me to contradick ye! But wae's upo' me for a menseless auld wife! come in; come in: the mair welcome 'at ye're lang expeckit!
'Ow, say awa'. Ye sanna say muckle 'at's wrang afore I cry haud, said Mrs. Falconer, curious to know what had been moving in the boy's mind, but watching him like a cat, ready to spring upon the first visible hair of the old Adam.
"Wonderful what millions of miles away from every one we seem, Rich!" Julia said contentedly. "Was there ever anything like the quiet of this mountain?" "I'm terribly sorry about Aunt Sanna," Richie said. "I feel like an ass getting you way up here!" "Why, my dear boy, it's not YOUR fault!" Julia said, round eyed. "She said she would positively be here," Richie pursued.
He's a bonny lad bonny eneuch to be yer leddyship's and his lordship's: an' sae, as I was remarkin', i' the jeedgment a' ill thouchtit fowk, the mair likly to be heir to auld Stewart o' Kirkbyres!" She laughed huskily. "But I maun hae a scart a' yer pen, mem, afore I wag tongue aboot it," she went on. "I ken brawly hoo to set it gauin'! I sanna be the first to ring the bell.
Gien she sud happen to be luikin doon, she sanna see me wantin' at the last o' her. But I s' mak' no wark aboot it. I s' no putt mysel' ower forret." And. ere the minister could utter another syllable, she had left her place to go to the rear.
"No, she's a very silent girl," Miss Toland agreed, with that little warmth at her heart the thought of Julia always brought. "You imported her, Sanna?" "Oh, no. She's a Californian." "Really? And what do we pay her?" "Forty." "Forty? And didn't we pay that awful last creature sixty-five?" "Seventy-five yes." Miss Toland smiled wisely. "But she had been specially trained, Tillie."
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