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Ye winna threep upo' me 'at a man wha lea's a wuman, lat alane his wife or ane 'at he ca's his wife to a' the pains o' a mither, an' a' the penalties o' an oonmerried ane, ohn ever speirt hoo she wan throu' them, preserves the richt he was born till o' bein' coontit a gentleman? Ony gait, a maiden, wuman like mysel' wha has nae feelin's will not alloo him the teetle Guid forbid it!"
It was a phrase much favoured by the master in present application foolish. "But perhaps your father does not mean to send you to college?" "My father hasna said, an' I haena speirt," answered Cosmo, with his eyes on his book. Still misinterpreting the boy, the conceit and ill-temper of the master now overcame him, and caused him to forget the proprieties altogether.
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.
But ye see I cudna gang 'cause my frien' was waitin' for his till I gaed back. Efter denner, I speirt at the landlady gin she cud tell me what they ca'd themsels, the fowk 'at gathered i' that pairt o' the toon; and says she, 'I dinna ken what they ca' them-�they're nae customers o' mine�-but I jist ken this, they're hard-workin' fowk, kind to ane anither. A'body trusts their word.
'Weel, mem, ye speirt questions at me. 'Weel, I hae had eneuch o' yer answers, Betty. Gang and tell Robert to come here direckly. Betty went, knowing perfectly that Robert had gone out, and returned with the information. Her mistress searched her face with a keen eye. 'That maun hae been himsel' efter a' whan ye thocht ye hard the door gang, said Betty.
'The queston's been speirt afore and answert. 'And what's the answer til't? ''At yer neebour's jist whaever lies neist ye i' need o' yer help. Gien ye read the tale o' the guid Sameritan wi' ony sort o' gumption, that's what ye'll read intil 't and noucht else. The man or wuman ye can help, ye hae to be neebour til. 'I want to help you. 'Ye canna help me. I'm in no need o' yer help.
With gleaming eyes he rose, took his withered love letter from the table, put it in his waistcoat pocket, and saying "Well, find out for me what this is they're about with the schoolmaster," walked to the door. "I ken a' aboot that, my lord," answered Malcolm, "ohn speirt at onybody."
"Is' warran' her ohn gane to the schuil ohn speirt in at the Castle the first thing i' the mornin', an' seein' gien the laird had ony eeran' to the toon. Little cares she for the maister, gien onybody at the Hoose be in want o' her!" "Is there naething I cud help ye wi', Aggie, afore I gang?" asked Cosmo. "Somebody tellt me ye was tryin' yer han' at algebra."
"An' she stoopit doon an' kissed my burnin' lips; an' I waukit up, an' the fever was a' past an' by. I tell't Betsy, an' she grat wi' joy. 'It's i' the Buik, she said. "'What's i' the Buik? I speirt. "'A little child shall lead them, Betsy said." I talked a little while with Geordie as one talks with a shipwrecked sailor who has gained the shore. He asked me to pray.
'And what said he to ye? 'He said was the deevil at my lug, that I did naething but caw my han's to bits upo' my shoothers. 'And what said ye to that? 'Weel dune, Shargar! What said he to that? 'He leuch, and speirt gin I wad list, and gae me a shillin'. 'Ye didna tak it, Shargar? asked Robert in some alarm. 'Ay did I. Catch me no taking a shillin'! 'But they'll haud ye till 't. 'Na, na.
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