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'I'll maybe catch him afore he gets to Miss Tod's shop. 'Ay; run, Jeannie; run as quick's ye can! So Jeannie threw off her apron, tidied her hair with a couple of touches, and flew as though a life depended on her speed. And, panting, she came in sight of Miss Tod's shop just in time just in time to see the beloved kilted figure disappear into the doorway.
"I'm sure," Elspeth sobbed, "that the professor would let me sit beside you; I would just hunker on the floor and hold your foot and no say a word." Tommy gave Tod's wife an imploring look, and she managed to comfort Elspeth with predictions of his coming triumph and the reunion to follow.
There's simplicity about his scorn, and he seems to have been brought up on facts, not on literature, like most of these young monkeys. The cousinship I don't think matters; Kirsteen brings in too strong an out-strain. He's HER son, not Tod's. But perhaps," he added, sighing, "it won't last." Flora shook her head. "It will last!" she said; "Nedda's deep."
The Marquis soon had more agreeable, as well as more interesting, subjects on which to converse. A foot-post, who had followed him from Edinburgh to Ravenswood Castle, and had traced his steps to the Tod's Hole, brought him a packet laden with good news.
But the teachers can't tell. I get kept in if Tod misses his lessons, and he gets marked if I'm late." "Don't you mind?" "No; 'cause it evens up in the long run. Tod's better-natured than I am, but I'm prettier." "Why, how can you be?" cried Dotty; "you're exactly alike." "Oh, I can see it! I'm much better-looking."
"Well, what's the matter at Tod's?" And Felix moved a little forward in his chair, his eyes fixed with interest on Stanley, who was about to speak. "It's that wife of his, of course.
Sometimes, laying books aside, he told us old tales that he had heard from his mother, who in turn had heard them from hers of the Red Etain of Ireland who lived in Belligand, and who stole the King's daughter, the King of fair Scotland; and the pathetic tale of the bannock that went to see the world, with its cynical end: "Ah, well! We'll all be in the tod's hole in less than a hunner years."
She went up to him, laid her hand upon his, that were folded together over the cloak drew back startled alarmed. "Father!" I put the child aside. Gone from us unto Him whose faithful servant he was. While he was sleeping thus the Master had called him. His two sons carried him down the slope. They laid him in the upper room in Mrs. Tod's cottage. Then I went home to tell his wife.
What position at Tod's? He had indeed heard something vague of those youngsters of Tod's, and some fuss they were making about the laborers down there. He had not liked it. Too much of a piece with the general unrest, and these new democratic ideas that were playing old Harry with the country!
And even Justice quailed at its own probings when the mother-child was passed up from Tod's side into the witness-box and the big laborer was seen to look at her and she at him. She seemed to have grown taller; her pensive little face and beautifully fluffed-out corn-brown hair had an eerie beauty, perched up there in the arid witness-box, as of some small figure from the brush of Botticelli.
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