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"Come on, Drumsheugh," said Jamie Soutar, "gie's the end o't; it wes a michty mornin'." "'We're twa auld fules, says MacLure tae me, and he gaithers up his claithes. 'It wud set us better tae be tellin' Bell. "She wes sleepin' on the top o' her bed wrapped in a plaid, fair worn oot wi' three weeks' nursin' o' Saunders, but at the first touch she was oot upon the floor.
"The front door's drifted up; gang roond tae the back, an' ye 'ill get intae the kitchen; a'll be ready in a meenut. "Gie's a hand wi' the lantern when a'm saidling Jess, an' ye needna come on till daylicht; a' ken the road." Then he was away in his sleep on some errand of mercy, and struggling through the storm.
"Gie's a han' up wi't, Alec," he said. And in a moment more Curly was off to Widow Lapp with his bag of firing. "He's a fine chield that Willie o' yours, George," said Alec to the father. "He only wants to hae a thing weel pitten afore him, an' he jist acts upo' 't direckly. "It's weel he maks a cronie o' you, Alec. There's a heap o' mischeef in him. Whaur's he aff wi thae spells?"
"If ye maun leave us," said his mother, "can ye no seek anither hame nearer han' an' no gang awa across the water to yon' wild place they ca' Canada?" "We maun try to be reasonable, woman," said his father, "but I canna deny that the thought o' our first born son gaun sae far awa gie's me a sair heart."
We don't want problems to make us more bitter against the world than we get sometimes." And here's a han' my trusty frien', An' gie's a han' o' thine, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For Auld Lang Syne. "And that song's the answer of all problems," said Mitchell. But it was I who lay awake and thought that night. The Australian swag fashion is the easiest way in the world of carrying a load.
But she clung to her brother's neighbourhood, she knew not why. "Will ye no gie's a kiss, Dand?" she said. "I aye likit ye fine." He kissed her and considered her a moment; he found something strange in her. But he was a libertine through and through, nourished equal contempt and suspicion of all womankind, and paid his way among them habitually with idle compliments. "Gae wa' wi' ye!" said he.
"Ay!" said I to myself, and not to the daft limmer, "and did they come to such a figure for so poor a business? This is to lose all indeed." "Gie's your loof, hinny," says she, "and let me spae your weird to ye." "No, mother," said I, "I see far enough the way I am. It's an unco thing to see too far in front." "I read it in your bree," she said.
"I'll get some hairs frae Willie Rogerson. He's gettin' me some frae his father's when he's in the stable the morn, an' ye'll see auld Cabbage-heid's tawse gaun in twa, whenever he gie's me yin." And they all looked admiringly at this little hero who was going to do this wonderful thing so simply. "I got four yesterday," said another, "an' I wasna' doin' onything.
He was shown into the parlour, and had not waited long when the farmer came. He scarcely welcomed him, but by degrees his manner grew more cordial. Still the coldness with which he had been received caused Cosmo to hesitate, and a pause ensued. The farmer broke it. "Ye didna gie's the fawvour o' yer company last hairst!" he said.
For maircy's sake gie's a hold of you!" stammered Mr. Gallosh, falling on his hands and knees and feeling for the skirt of his lordship's kilt. But their flight was arrested by a portent so remarkable that had there been only a single witness one would suppose it to be a figment of his imagination. Fortunately, however, both the Baron and Mr. Gallosh can corroborate each detail.
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