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"Dear sir," answered Edie, assuming a countenance of great simplicity, "what likelihood is there o'that? d'ye think sae puir an auld creature as me wad hae kend o' sic a like thing without getting some gude out o't? and ye wot weel I sought nane and gat nane, like Michael Scott's man. What concern could I hae wi't?"
Jarvie took the money in silence, and weighing it in his hand for an instant, laid it on the table, and replied, "Rob, I canna tak it I downa intromit with it there can nae gude come o't I hae seen ower weel the day what sort of a gate your gowd is made in ill-got gear ne'er prospered; and, to be plain wi' you, I winna meddle wi't it looks as there might be bluid on't."
"He was a queer stock, Little Rathie, michty queer," said Tammas Haggart, Bowie's brother, who was a queer stock himself, but was not aware of it; "but, ou, I'm thinkin' the wife had something to do wi't. She was ill to manage, an' Little Rathie hadna the way o' the women. He hadna the knack o' managin' them's yo micht say no, Little Rathie hadna the knack."
"He wadna gie a bodle to save us frae famishing," said Hobbie; "and, if he did, the bread that I bought wi't would stick in my throat, when I thought it was part of the price of puir auld Scotland's crown and independence." "There's the Laird o' Dunder, ane o' the auldest families in Tiviotdale."
"He gae me that picture special, an tell'd me the name o't, an' said to feenish wi't. But gin he disna get a stane o' diseased pitatties frae me the morn that'll mak' him onweel for a i'ortnicht, my name's no Si Bowden." Syne he added heich oot, "Noo, loons and lassockies, that's a'. It's aboot time you was toddlin' awa' hame noo; an' I howp you've a' enjoyed it."
"He was a queer stock, Little Rathie, michty queer," said Tammas Haggart, Bowie's brother, who was a queer stock himself, but was not aware of it; "but, ou, I'm thinkin' the wife had something to do wi't. She was ill to manage, an' Little Rathie hadna the way o' the women. He hadna the knack o' managin' them 's ye micht say no, Little Rathie hadna the knack."
"This is a picture o' the deputation that waited on some o' the members o' the Toon Cooncil at lest election an' priggit wi' them to bide in, altho' they were awfu' anxious to hae dune wi't." "That's like a picture o' a bunghole withoot a barrel roond it," said ane o' Dauvid's laddies. "There's naebody there, Sandy," said Bandy Wobster. "Ay, but that's the deputation tho'," said Sandy.
"Ye'll neither hap nor wyn neither dance nor haud the candle. Try't again, man, try't again. Steek your een hard, gie ae gulp, an' ower wi't." The worthy man, however, pressed in vain. The stranger would not drink; but once more acknowledged the kindness and well-meant hospitality of his entertainer.
"Troth, sir, but just middling," replied the barber; "she's been in a swither about the jocolate this morning, and was like to hae toomed it a' out into the slap-bason, and drank it hersell in her ecstacies but she's won ower wi't, wi' the help o' Miss M'Intyre."
"It's well kent " began Hendry, and would have recalled his words. Hendry Munn, "cried the precentor," if you hae minded onything that may help us, out wi't." "I was just minding," the kirk officer answered reluctantly, "that Nanny allows it's Mr. Dishart that has been keeping her frae the poorhouse. You canna censure him for that, Tammas." "Can I no?" retorted Whamond.
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