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Updated: June 11, 2025


A slow smile, in which there was the faintest touch of sarcasm, was in Teen's face as she glanced at the tawdry figure sitting on the fender end. 'A' richt; I'll tell her. An' guid-nicht to ye; I'm very much obleeged, she said, and, taking Liz's tin box in her hand, she left a trifle hastily, as if afraid she should be longer detained.

She could scarcely believe that a human being could be so entirely innocent and unsuspecting as Gladys Graham, for it was quite evident she did not really know what Walter meant by saying Liz was lost. 'He says her punishment will be greater than her sin, whatever he means. Do you know what he means? 'Ay, fine, was Teen's reply, and her mouth trembled. 'Tell me, then.

Fordyce was connected, and of her demeanour that day at St. Enoch's Station an exact exemplification of Teen's plain-spoken objection. 'Liz said she was as guid as them, an' she wadna be patronised; an' that's what prevents plenty mair frae gaun. A lot gang just to serve themselves, because they get a lot frae the ladies. My, ye can get onything oot o' them if ye ken hoo to work them.

Little Miss Peck, who adored Gladys, sometimes observed, with a smile of approval, the grateful, pathetic look in Teen's large solemn eyes when they followed the sweet young creature who had shown her a glimpse of the sunny side of life. It was not a glimpse, however, which Gladys intended to be merely transient.

'Ye wadna see him as he gaed by? a very braw man, an' rich, they say a Fordyce o' Gorbals Mill. Hae ye heard o' them? 'Ay, often. Teen's colour seemed to have deepened, but it might be only the fire which glowed upon it. 'Ye dinna mean to say that that micht happen? 'What for no'? queried Mrs. Macintyre easily, as she cut a slice from the loaf and held it on a fork before the fire.

Teen's stock of household napery did not include a tablecloth, but, desirous of doing honour to her guest, she spread a clean towel on the little table, and set out the cups with a good deal of cheerful clatter. 'What'll ye tak'? I have eggs, Liz real country eggs. I brocht them up frae the country mysel', she said, thinking to rouse the lethargy of her companion.

'Weel, if you are pleased, it's nae business o' mine, of course. But I think ye are a fule. Ye wad hae yer liberty, onyway, and I could show ye a lot o' fun. There's the dancin'-schule on Saturday nichts. It's grand; an' we're to hae a ball on Hogmanay. I'm gettin' a new frock, white book muslin, trimmed wi' green leaves an' a green sash. Teen's gaun to mak' it.

It said a great deal for Teen's prudence and tact that her rather curious positions in the house the trusted companion of the housekeeper and the friend of the young lady had not brought her into bad odour with the servants.

Teen's hands were very gentle as she assisted her friend off with her gown, which was a very handsome affair, all velvet and silk, and gilt trimmings, which dazzled the eye. Thus partially undressed, Liz threw herself without another word on the bed, and in two minutes was asleep.

Eh, she's an ill hizzie. If Liz comes to grief, it's her wyte. I canna bide thon smooth-faced, pookit cat. She'll no' show her face here in a hurry. 'I've a good mind to look in at Teen's, and ask. Where's the old man to-night? 'Oh, guid kens whaur he aye is. He's on hauftime the noo, an' never sober. Eh, it's an ill world.

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