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"Sic a couple 's yon twasum wad mak!" she replied, again bursting into gelatinous laughter. "Wha, than? I canna lea' my milk parritch to come an' luik." "Ow! jist Meg Horn, the auld kail runt, an' Sanny Graham, the stickit minister. I wad like weel to be at the beddin' o' them. Eh! the twa heids o' them upon ae bowster!" And chuckling a low chuckle, Mrs Catanach moved for her own door.
Entering the narrow passage from which his shop door opened, and hearing him hammering away at a sole, he stood and unfolded his treasure, then drew a low sigh from her with his bow, and awaited the result. He heard the lap-stone fall thundering on the floor, and, like a spider from his cavern, Dooble Sanny appeared in the door, with the bend-leather in one hand, and the hammer in the other.
"Well, Sanny," he began genially. "What brings you here this morning?" "A business that I'd rather no' been comin' on," replied Sanny uneasily shifting on his chair. "Oh, nothing serious, I hope, is it?" "Ay, it's serious enough," returned Sanny. "Mair serious than you think, Mr. Rundell; an' I dinna ken what you'll think o' me after I hae telt you."
Walker an' an'" here Sanny stammered a little, "Walker an' oor Mag were gey thick, an' I'm ashamed o' this part o' the story; for I should hae been man enough to protect her frae him. But the money was the thing that did it, Mr. Rundell, an' I'm no' gaun to mak' excuses noo aboot it. But every bargain I had, I had to share the pay, efter the men was payed, penny aboot, wi' Walker.
''Cause mony's the time I hae stud oot there i' the street, hearkenin'. Dooble Sanny says 'at ye play jist as gin ye war my gran'father's fiddle hersel', turned into the bonniest cratur ever God made. 'How did you get such a terrible cut? She had removed the hair, and found that the injury was severe. The boy was silent. She glanced round in his face.
Then, after another pause: 'She's a Straddle Vawrious at least! Hear till her. As to its being a Stradivarius, or even a Cremona at all, the testimony of Dooble Sanny was not worth much on the point. But the shoemaker's admiration roused in the boy's mind a reverence for the individual instrument which he never lost. From that day the two were friends.
'No to ken a fiddle-case! reflected Shargar, with as much of contempt as it was possible for him to show. 'I tell ye what, Shargar, returned Robert, indignantly; 'ye may ken the box o' a fiddle better nor I do, but de'il hae me gin I dinna ken the fiddle itsel' raither better nor ye do in a fortnicht frae this time. I s' tak' it to Dooble Sanny; he can play the fiddle fine.
'It's a pity yer wife wasna yer fiddle, than, Sanny, said Robert, with more presumption than wit. ''Deed ye're i' the richt, there, Robert. Hae, tak' yer fiddle. ''Deed no, returned Robert. I canna bide langer the nicht; but maybe ye'll tell me hoo to haud her the neist time 'at I come will ye? 'That I wull, Robert, come whan ye like.
"My father said when he went oot that if ye cam' to the door, I was to tell ye he had nae places yet." "That's a' richt," said Geordie, still very quietly. "Do ye ken onything aboot where he is this nicht?" "No, unless he's up in Sanny Robertson's, or maybe in Peter Fleming's." "Thank ye," said Geordie, turning away, "I'll go up an' see if he is there."
Never a word was spoken between them, and at last Sanny, after washing and dressing, walked out without a word, but fully determined in his heart to get equal with Walker before the day was over. He went straight to Rundell House, and ringing the bell asked to see the mine owner. He was shown into a room and Mr. Rundell came to him almost before he had been comfortably seated.
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