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Here I stan', alane for mysel'! That ro'd 's my neebor, an' I'm bun' to see til 't, for it wad be a sair vex to mony a puir body like mysel' to louse the richt til 't." "You'll have to prove what you say, woman," said his lordship. "Surely, Grizzie," expostulated the laird, "his lordship maun un'erstan' affairs o' this natur', as well 's you or me!"
Ony gait, I never drank better drink; an' gien ae day he but saitisfee my sowl's hunger efter his richteousness as he has this minute saitisfeed my body's drowth efter watter, I s' be a happier man nor ever sat still ohn danced an' sung." "It's an innocent cratur' at gies thanks for cauld watter I hae aye remarkit that!" said Grizzie.
"Say ye sae, laird?" returned Grizzie with perfect calmness. "Oh, sirs!" Not a single remark did she then offer. If she was cool, she was not irreverent before the thought of the awful thing that lay waiting her. "Ye winna wauk the hoose, will ye, sir?" she added presently. "I dinna think it wad be ony service to died or livin'."
And hardly was she seated when she felt a new fold of his protection about her: he told her he had had her room changed, that she might be near his mother and Grizzie, and not have to go out to reach it. Cosmo heard with delight that his father had given up his room to Lady Joan, and would share his. To sleep with his father was one of the greatest joys the world held for him.
"Ah, my fine fellow!" her eyes said, "he is after you! he will be here presently!" Grizzie afforded a wonderfully perfect instance of a relation which is one of the loveliest in humanity absolute service without a shade of servility. She would have died for her master, but even to him she must speak her mind.
"Nae 'cep he wad condescen' til a grainie meal intil 't," returned Grizzie mournfully, and she looked at him again, with an anxious deprecating look now, as if before the heir she was ashamed of the poverty of the house, and dreaded blame." But laird, "she resumed, turning to her master, "ye hae surely a drap o' something i' yer cellar! Weel I wat ye hae made awa' wi' nane o' 't yersel!"
"Weel, ye maun jist len' me half a croon o' 't." "Half a croon!" echoed Grizzie, staggered at the largeness of the demand. "I dinna think it's ower muckle," said Cosmo, "seein' I hae to tramp five an' thirty mile the morn. But bake ye plenty o' breid, an' that'll haud doon the expence. Only, gien he can help it, a body sudna be wantin' a baubee in 's pooch.
And Grizzie, who, had gone farther in the cause of propriety, than propriety itself could justify, held her peace. Only the potatoes splashed yet louder in the bowl. Her mistress sat grimly silent, for though she had had the last word and had been obeyed, she was rebuked in herself.
They hadna a bairn to close their e'en whan their turn sud come, but whaur there's nane ahin', there's the mair to fin'." Grizzie ceased, and the others were silent, for the old legend had touched the deepest in them.
But Grizzie, who had been eying him at intervals for the last half hour, having now finished her preparations for the morning, drew near, and stood before him, with her hands and bare arms under her apron. Her master taking no notice of her, she stood thus in silence for a moment, then began.
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