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The courage with which he persisted, after such a painful enlightenment, in going into company in those same garments, was right admirable and enviable; but no one knew of it until its exercise was long over. The little pocket-money Mr. Sclater allowed Gibbie, was chiefly spent at the shop of a certain secondhand bookseller, nearly opposite Mistress Murkison's.
"How am I to do that, Donal? Mr. Sclater would not mind me. The money's not mine yet, you know," said Gibbie. "The siller is yours, Gibbie," answered Donal; "it's yours as the kingdom o' h'aven's yours; it's only 'at ye canna jist lay yer han's upo' 't yet. The seener ye lat that Maister Scletter ken 'at ye ken what ye're aboot, the better.
She was but one of the many who get the fuel of their life in at the wrong door, their comfort from the world-side of the universe. I cannot tell whether Mr. Sclater or she was the farther from the central heat. The woman had the advantage in this, that she had to expend all her force on mere self-justification, and had no energy left for vain-glory.
Sclater without his books would speedily have sunk into the mere shrewd farmer; Donal, never opening a book, would have followed theories and made verses to the end of his days. Every Saturday, as before, he went to see his father and mother. Janet kept fresh and lively, although age told on her, she said, more rapidly since Gibbie went away.
Sclater, perceiving his intention, detained him by requesting the support of his arm a way she had, pretending to be weary, or to have given her ankle a twist, when she wanted to keep him by her side.
Perhaps also, when supper was announced, he reflected that his reception had hardly been such as to justify him in partaking of their food, and that his mother's hospitality to Mr. Sclater had not been in expectation of return.
What a delight it would have been to the boy to hear Christ preached such as he showed himself, such as in no small measure he had learned him instead of such as Mr. Sclater saw him reflected from the tenth or twentieth distorting mirror!
Would the Master have drunk out of that bottle? he was thinking with himself. Imagining some chance remark had hurt the boy's pride, and not altogether sorry it gave hope of the gentleman he wanted to make him Mr. Sclater spoke again: "It's just behind you, Sir Gilbert the whisky bottle that purple one with the silver top." Gibbie never moved, but his eyes began to run over.
It is better to have many upon the high road of learning, than a few even at its goal, if that were possible. As to Donal's going to Mr. Sclater's house, Janet soon relieved him. "Na, na, sir," she said; "it wad be to learn w'ys 'at wadna be fittin' a puir lad like him." "It would be much safer for him." said Mr. Sclater, but incidentally.
No help! it was the easiest thing in the world to get a bottle of whisky. She had but to run to Jink Lane at the farthest, to her own old house, which, for all Mr. Sclater, was a whisky shop yet! She had emptied her till, and had money in her pocket. Who was there to tell? She would not have a chance when Sir Gibbie came home to her. She must make use of what time was left her.
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