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Updated: June 21, 2025
What gien we never see 'im again! Eh, sirs! it's a terrible thing to be made sae contrairy! What'll come o' me in the neist warl', it wad be hard for onybody to say!" On the evening of the second day, however, while she was "washing up" in the gloomiest frame of mind, in walked Cosmo, and a gentleman after him. "Hoo's my father, Grizzie?" asked Cosmo.
"I'm sayin' only for mysel'. I ken nane sae to blame as I would be mysel'." "Is na that makin' yersel' oot better nor ither fowk, lass?" "Gien I said I thoucht onything worth doin' but the wull o' God, I wad be a leear; gien I say man or woman has naething ither to do i' this warl' or the neist, I say it believin' ilkane o' them maun come til't at the lang last.
Oh bonny man, tak the fear oot o' my hert, and mak me ready just to walk aff o' the face o' the warl', weichty feet and a', to du yer wull, ohn thoucht twise aboot it!
It's true the auld men are awa', but here's the auld wife left, an' she'll be a mither to ye, as weel's she kens hoo, an' a lass o' your sense is easy to mither. I' the name o' God I say't, the warl' micht as weel objec' to twa angels bidin' i' h'aven thegither as you an' the yoong laird in ae hoose! Say 'at they like, ye're but a servan' lass, an' here am I ower ye!
Ye wadna gang on i' this warl' for ever?" "'Deed and I would have no objection so long as there were pretty girls like you in it." "Suppose the lasses had a ch'ice tu, my lord?" "What would they do?" "Gang, I'm thinkin'." "What makes you so spiteful, Aggie? I never did you any harm that I know of." "Ye ken the story o' the guid Samaritan, my lord?" said Aggie. "I read my bible, I hope."
"Miss Horn," he said, "I beg you will give me another day to think of this." "Whaur's the use? A' the thinkin' i' the warl' canna alter a single fac'. Ye maun do richt by my laddie o' yer ainsel', or I maun gar ye." "You would find a lawsuit heavy, Miss Horn." "An' ye wad fin' the scandal o' 't ill to bide, my lord. It wad come sair upo' Miss I kenna what name she has a richt till, my lord."
His was the same live readiness that had opened the ear of Maggie to the cry of the little one on the hill-side. As his daily work was ministration to the weary feet of his Master's men, so was his soul ever awake to their sorrows and spiritual necessities. "There's a haill warl' o' bonny wark aboot me!" he would say.
"It sticks til him only in sic minds as never saw the lovely greatness o' God." "But sic bairns come na intil the warl as God wad hae them come!" "But your bairnie is come, and that he couldna withoot the creatin wull o' the Father!
'The catacombs, answered Kirsty, 'was what in auld times, and no i' this cuintry ava, they ca'd the places whaur they laid their deid. 'Eh, Kirsty, but that's waur! returned Steenie. 'I wudna gang intil sic a place wi' feet siclike's my ain na, no for what the warl cud gie me! no for lang Lowrie's fiddle and a' the tunes intil't! I wud never get my feet oot o' 't! They'd haud me there!
"I'm gaein' to luik for a place." "But, Aggie, gien it canna be helpit; and gang ye maun, YE ken I'm rich, an' I ken there's naebody i' the warl' wi' a better richt to share in what I hae: wadna ye like to gang til a ladies' school, an' learn a heap o' things?" "Na, I wadna. It's hard wark I need to haud me i' the richt ro'd.
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