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'It's the wull o' God 'at's accoontable for him, wuman! answered David, sitting down beside her, and laying hold of her arm. She burst into terrible weeping. 'He maun be sair at hame wi' the bonny man! said Kirsty. 'Lassie, said David, 'you and me and yer mither, we hae naething left but be better bairns, and gang the fester to the bonny man! Whaur's what's left o' the laddie, Kirsty?
"Wha are you?" she asked, without stirring. "Are you the woman?" "Yes." "Whaur's the minister?" The rain again became wild, but this time it only tore by the manse as if to a conflict beyond. "Are you aye there? I daurna let you in till I'm sure the mistress is bedded. Gang round to the front, and see if there's ony licht burning in the high west window."
Her soft Highland accent and the quaint Highland phrasing seemed to reach a soft spot in the little Scot. "Hame? An' whaur's that?" he inquired, manifesting a grudging interest. "Where? Where but in the best of all lands, in Scotland," said Moira. "Near Braemar." "Braemar?" "Aye, Braemar. I have only come four days ago."
It's a mercy to get a responsible man in the place. I aye had a notion ye wad come back, for, thinks I, nevoy Dickson is no the yin to desert folk in trouble.... Whaur's my wee kist?.... Lost, ye say. That's a peety, for it's been my cheesebox thae thirty year." Dickson ascended to the loft, having announced his need of at least three hours' sleep.
Again, in the records of the British theater of the eighteenth century, we find mention of a countryman of John Home, who attended the first performance of the reverend author's 'Douglas. The play so worked upon the feelings of this perfervid Scot that he was forced to cry out triumphantly: "Whaur's your Wully Shakspere noo?"
Naebody mindit me, an' sae I cam to you, Broonie." And she laid her cheek, white, smooth, and thin, against the broad, flat, hairy forehead of the friendly cow. Then turning again to Betty, she said "Dinna tell auntie whaur I am, Betty. Lat me be. I'm best here wi' Broonie." Betty said never a word, but returned to her mistress. "Whaur's the bairn, Betty? At some mischeef or ither, I'll wad."
He, like his Steenie, believed in the bonny man about in the world, not in the mere image of him standing in the precious shrine of the New Testament. After a brief silence 'Whaur's Kirsty and Steenie? he said. 'The Lord kens; I dinna. 'They'll be safe eneuch. 'It's no likly. 'It's sartin, said David.
So, when I could say it without greetin', I said to Joey 'at I was goin' far awa, an' would he be a terrible guid laddie to his father and Leeby when I was gone? He aye juist said, 'Dinna gang, mother, dinna gang, but one day Hendry came in frae his loom, and says Joey, 'Father, whaur's my mother gaen to, awa frae uset. I 'll never forget Hendry's face.
The Maister never made muckle o' the savin' o' sic like's them. It seems to me they're naething but a kin' o' warl' 's gear themsel's." "An' yet," argued Robert, "ye'll tak thoucht aboot an auld umbrell? Whaur's yer consistency, lass?" "Gien I war tribled aboot my life," said Janet, "I cud ill spare thoucht for an auld umbrell.
From the Burghmuir, all the way to the Grassmarket and the Cowgate, was downhill. So, with arms winged, and stout legs spread wide and braced, Geordie Ross was sliding gaily homeward, his knitted tippet a gallant pennant behind. Here was a Mercury for an urgent errand. "Laddie, do you know whaur's a doctor who can be had for a shulling or two for a poor auld country body in my shop?"
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