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She may be ill, but he's no' the pairty to saw't like neep seed ower a' the countryside." "You're richt there, Bawbie," said Mistress Winton. "I've tell'd Moses that till's face afore the day. They're scarce o' noos that tells their father was hanged."
'Deed there's maist naething ither h'ard tell o' bit quittin'; for the full half o' Scaurnose is un'er like nottice for Michaelmas, an' the Lord kens what it 'll a' en' in!" "But what's it for? Blue Peter's no the man to misbehave himsel'." "Weel, ye ken mair yersel' nor ony ither as to the warst fau't there is to lay till's chairge; for they say that is, some say, it's a' yer ain wyte, Ma'colm."
"Gien I cudna lippen my Donal till's ain company an' the hunger for better, I wad begin to doobt wha made the warl'," said his mother; and Donal's face flushed with pleasure at her confidence. "Na, he maun get a garret roomie some gait i' the toon, an' there haud till's buik; an ye'll lat Gibbie gang an' see him whiles whan he can be spared.
"He's a man well on to seventy," answered Cosmo, with a pang at the thought. "Ay; that'll be aboot it! There can be no doobt it was his father oor lord killt an' as little 'at efter he did it he gaed doon the braid ro'd to the deevil as fest's ever he cud rin. It was jist like as wi' Judas he maun gang till's ain.
"I hae seen him tee; but he's a gran' gentleman grown, an' I wadna like to be affrontit layin' claim till's acquaintance, walcome as he ance was to my hoose!" She had more reason for the doubt and hesitation she thus expressed than Donal knew. But his answer was none the less the true one as regarded his friend. "Ye little ken Gibbie," he said "gien ye think that gait o' 'im!
All about Aw, say, what's the use? But I always say to you fellows, 'Boys, cultivate good memories; you need 'em. Little brother! Ha, joke!" "I aw I Little brother's what we call my sister Till's little red-headed kid. Aw, what what you want to put me in bad for, sister? I'm not so easy to trip up as you think I am." "Little brother!
Only I doobt I'll be lang awa afore that, for it taks time to fess a man like that till's holy senses." The sixth of the family now entered, and his mother led him up to the bed. "The Lord preserve's!" cried Donal Grant, "it's the cratur! An' is that the gait they hae guidit him! The quaietest cratur an' the willin'est!" Donal began to choke. "Ye ken him than, laddie?" said his mother.
"Till's a first-class girl as a sweetheart and all that; but when I come to think of puttin' my head in the noose, from now till doomsday why then, somehow, I can't bring myself to pop the question." "There's going to be no trifling with the girl's feelings, I hope, sir?" "Bosh! But I say, Dick, I wish you'd turn your peepers on 'er and tell me what you make of 'er.
Ye min' what ye read to me afore we cam' oot thegither, aboot the lad that said till's father, I go not; but afterwards he repented and gaed?" "Ay." "Weel, I think we'll gang hame noo."
Get her a pair of Till's slippers or something." "Don't jerk the child like that, son. Pull 'em off easy."
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