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All the morning and afternoon she watched in vain, eating nothing but a piece of bread that Steenie brought her. At last, in the evening it was an evening in September, cold and clear, the sun down, and a melancholy glory hanging over the place of his vanishing she spied the solitary form of Phemy hastening along the road in the direction of the castle.
Among her treasures was also a curious old book of ghost-stories, concerning which the sole remark she was ever heard to make was, that she would like to know whether they were true: she thought Steenie could tell, but she would not question him about them. Ramsay's Gentle Shepherd was there too, which she liked for the good sense in it.
Kirsty ceased to look upon him with the pity hitherto colouring all her devotion; pride had taken its place, which she buttressed with a massive hope, for Kirsty was a splendid hoper. People in the town, where now he was oftener seen, would remark on the wonderful change in him. 'What's come to fule Steenie? said one of a group he had just passed.
Into this nest Kirsty went, and in it remained quiet until it began to grow dark. She had hoped to find her brother waiting for her, but, although disappointed, chose to continue there until Francis Gordon should be well on his way to the castle, and then she crept out, and ran to recover her stocking. When she got home, she found Steenie engrossed in a young horse their father had just bought.
'Lord, and they ca' ye an idiot, div they! exclaimed Marion Barclay. 'Weel, be ye or no, ye're ane o' the babes in wha's mooth he perfecteth praise! 'He'll du that some day, maybe! answered Steenie. 'But! eh, Steenie, pursued his mother, 'ye winna gang the nicht!
"We maun get it back to the loon some gait or other; ye had better take it yoursell, I think, wi' peep o' light, up to Ringan Aikwood's. I wadna for a hundred pounds it was fund in our hands." Steenie undertook to do as he was directed. "A bonny night ye hae made o't, Mr.
I love to hear such sounds; they make me laugh myself, for joy that this old world, in spite of everything, holds so much merriment; and to their jovial lullaby I fell asleep, Moreover the duchess teaching discretion! There can have been nothing like it since Baby Charles and Steenie conversed within the hearing of King James!
There there, take the sign-manual, and away with you and this young fellow. I wonder Steenie and Babie Charles have not broken in on us before now."
The night came at length when Steenie, in whose heart was a solemn, silent jubilation, would take formal possession of his house. It was soft and warm, in the middle of the month of July. The sun had been set about an hour when he got up to leave the parlour, where the others always sat in the summer, and where Steenie would now and then appear among them.
There dwelt my gudesire, Steenie Steenson, a rambling, rattling chiel' he had been in his young days, and could play weel on the pipes; he was famous at 'Hoopers and Girders' a' Cumberland couldna, touch him at 'Jockie Lattin' and he had the finest finger for the back-lilt between Berwick and Carlisle.
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