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Ye didna say the pictur wasna there. 'The pictur 's no there, Steenie. We've come upon a hole, mother, 'at we want to gang doon intil and see what it's like, said Kirsty. 'The weicht o' my feet brak throu intil 't, added Steenie. 'Preserve 's, lassie! tak tent whaur ye cairry the bairn! cried the mother. 'But, eh, tak him whaur ye like, she substituted, correcting herself.
They're fine heumblin things, a body's feet! But, eh, it'll be fine wantin them! 'Whaur on earth gat ye sic notions aboot yer feet? Guid kens there's naething amiss wi' yer feet! Nouther o' ye hes ony rizzon to be ashamit o' yer feet. The fac is, your feet's by ordinar sma', Steenie, and can add but unco little to yer weicht! 'It's a' 'at ye ken, mother! answered Steenie with a smile.
There cudna hae been a hole there afore the weicht o' my fit cam doon upo' the spot and ca'd it throuw! I gaed in maist til my knee! 'Lat's luik! said Kirsty, and proceeded to examine the place.
"Father," said James, "I thank God that noo ye ken a'! Eh, sic a weicht as it taks aff o' me! I'll be hale and weel noo in ae day! I think I'll gang wi' ye to Isy, mysel! But I'm a wee bit sorry ye cam in jist that minute! I wuss ye had harkit a wee langer! For I wasna giein-in to my mother; I was but thinkin hoo to say oot what was in me, ohn vext her waur nor couldna be helpit.
'Ye'll jist mak up yer min' to bide a twa three days, she said; 'for thae feet cudna bide to be carried, no to say to carry a weicht like you. There's naebody to luik for ye, ye ken. An' ye're no to come doon the nicht. I'll sen' up yer supper. And Robert there 'll bide and keep ye company.
Wi' you to tak the half o' 't, I micht stan' up un'er the weicht o' my responsibility! 'I'm takin my share o' that, onygait, daurin to advise ye, Francie! Noo gang, laddie; gang straucht awa and buy the horse. 'I maun rin hame first, to put siller i' my pooch! I s' hand oot o' her gait. 'Gang til my faither for't. I haena a penny, but he has aye plenty!
It's some yallow-like for siller; an' it's unco black, which is mair like it but that may be wi' dirt. An' dirt I'm thinkin' it maun be, barkit intil the gravin'," he went on, taking a tool and running the point of it along one of the fine lines. "Troth ohn testit, I wadna like to say what it was. But it's an unco weicht! I doobt na, I mair nor doobt it canna be siller."
Shortly thereafter she was daundering on the craigs wi' twa-three sodgers, and it was a blawy day. There cam a gowst of wind, claught her by the coats, and awa' wi' her bag and baggage. And it was remarked by the sodgers that she gied but the ae skirl. Nae doubt this judgment had some weicht upon Tam Dale; but it passed again and him none the better. Ae day he was flyting wi' anither sodger-lad.
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