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I couldna fancy a girl that naebody had ever wanted to cuddle; an' if I was a girl I couldna fancy a chap that 'Nae use talkin' aboot it, Wullie, Macgregor said sadly, wearily. 'Aw, but her an' you 'll mak' it up afore ye're done. If ye dinna, I'll want to kill masel' an' Maggie forbye. A' the same, I wisht fat Maggie was here the noo. I could dae fine wi' a bit squeeze.
As the Master approached he looked up. "Weel, Moore," he called, "and are you gaein' to tie yer dog?" "I will if you will yours," the Master answered grimly. "Na," the little man replied, "it's Wullie as frichts the Killer aff the Grange. That's why I've left him there noo." "It's the same wi' me," the Master said.
Several Aunties who lived "along Gran's street and along the next and over the field" had to be left out. As soon as postcard writing palled a sailor came along providentially, took him to see the hen coops, and let him find two eggs that had been laid. Marcella wrote long letters home; only to Wullie did she mention Louis, and even to him she said very little.
"I keep doing this sort of thing," she explained, "ever since I left Lashnagar. Most things I touch I knock over." "Weak co-ordination," he said. "Whatever's that?" She paused in cutting a slice of cake with an enormous clasp-knife Wullie had given her years ago. He immediately looked consciously learned. "Like a baby, you know it grabs for a thing and can't aim at it.
"When Wullie slippit awa, at midnight his twa dochters, Kirsty an' Ann, took on redeek'lus, an' the auld wumman was waur. But the twa elders sat an oor, comfortin' the twa lassies, ane to ilka ane, an' baith o' them no' bad to luik at. They comfortit them muckle the same as I comfortit Betsy when we did oor coortin', but the puir auld buddy was left her lane wi' naebody to comfort her ava.
"They dursen't Wullie, not a man of them a'!" he cries. "They're one two three four eleven to one, Wullie, and yet they dursen't. Eleven of them, and every man a coward! Long Kirby Thornton Tupper Todd Hoppin Ross Burton and the rest, and not one but's a bigger man nor me, and yet Weel, we might ha' kent it. We should ha' kent Englishmen by noo. They're aye the same and aye have bin.
"They dinna like it, lad he! he! But they'll e'en ha' to thole it. Ye've won it, Wullie won it fair." He elbowed through the press, making for the rope-guarded inclosure in front of the committee tent, round which the people were now packing. In the door of the tent stood the secretary, various stewards, and members of the committee.
Well he understood the implied rebuke; and it hurt him like a knife. "Ay, ay, Mrs. Moore," he began. Then breaking off, and looking about him "Where's ma Wullie?" he cried excitedly. "James Moore!" whipping round on the Master, "ma Wullie's gone gone, I say!" Elizabeth Moore turned away indignantly.
It would have been touching, had it not been so unnatural in view of his treatment of his own blood, to watch the tender carefulness with which the little man moulded the dog beneath his hands. After a promising display he would stand, rubbing his palms together, as near content as ever he was. "Weel done, Wullie! Weel done. Bide a wee and we'll show 'em a thing or two, you and I, Wullie.
His coat and cap were off, and his hair gleamed white in the sun; his sleeves were rolled up; and his face was twitching but set as he stood ready. The hubbub over the stream at length subsided. One of the judges nodded to him. "Noo, Wullie noo or niver! 'Scots wha hae'! " and they were off. "Back, gentlemen! back! He's off he's coming! M'Adam's coming!"
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