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She spent the rest of the day with him. Neither said a word about Phemy, but Steenie's countenance shone all the afternoon, and she left him at night in his house on the Horn, still in the after-glow of the mediation which had irradiated him in the morning. When she came home, Kirsty found that her mother had put Phemy to bed.
The oppression which came on her in Steenie's house was gone entirely, and in the face of the pale ancient moon her heart grew so light that she broke into a silly song which, while they were yet children, she made for Steenie, who was never tired of listening to it: Willy, wally, woo! Hame comes the coo Hummle, bummle, moo! Widin ower the Bogie, Hame to fill the cogie!
'The puir lassie, she said to herself, 'may be growin warm, and sleepin deith awa; and by the time we win there she'll be needin something, like the lassie 'at the Lord liftit! But in her heart she had little hope: it would be a sad day for the schoolmaster. She went to her father and mother's room, found them awake, and told them Steenie's tale. 'It's time we war up, wuman! said David.
Gien ye had a score o' idiot-brithers, ye wud care mair for ilk are o' them nor for me! I canna bide to think o' 't. 'It's true a' the same, whether ye can bide to think o' 't or no, Francie! returned the girl, her face, which had been very pale, now rosy with indignation. 'My Steenie's mair to me nor a' the Gordons thegither, Bow-o'-meal or Jock-and-Tam as ye like!
When David reached the Hillfauld, the name he always gave Steenie's house, he found the door open, and walked in. His wife did not hear him, for his iron-shod shoes were balled with snow. She was standing over the body of Phemy, looking down on the white sleep with a solemn, motherly, tearless face. She turned as he drew near, and the pair, like the lovers they were, fell each in the other's arms.
Jenny Rintherout, scarce recovered from the hysterics which she had taken on hearing of poor Steenie's misfortune, chased about the turkeys and poultry, cackled and screamed louder than they did, and ended by killing one-half too many.
Then, one at the head and the other at the feet, they brought the body out, and laid it on the bier. Kirsty went in again, and took Steenie's shoes, tying them in her apron. 'His feet's no sic a weicht noo! she said, as together they carried their burden home. The mother met them at the door.
When Steenie's soul was able for a season to banish the nameless forms that haunt the dim borders of insanity, he would sit in that valley for hours, regarding the wider-spread valley below him, in which he knew every height and hollow, and, with his exceptionally keen sight, he could descry signs of life where another would have beheld but an everyway dead level.
'Ay, answered Steenie, 'but I didna see ye come oot! Eh, Kirsty, wuman, hae ye a heid at baith en's o' ye? Kirsty's laughter blew Steenie's discomposure away, and he too laughed. 'Come back hame, said Kirsty; 'I maun get haud o' a can'le! Yon's a place maun be seen intil. There's room eneuch; ye can see that wi' yer airms! 'What is there room eneuch for? asked Steenie.
'Has no young man appeared yet to put Steenie's nose out of joint, Kirsty? asked Gordon. Kirsty thought the question rude, but answered, with quiet dignity, 'No ane. I never had muckle opinion o' yoong men, and dinna care aboot their company. But what are ye thinkin o' duin yersel I mean, whan ye're throu wi' the college? she continued.
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