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Burnbrae gaes aff tae get a goon for his wife or a buke for his college laddie, an' Lachlan Campbell 'ill no leave the place noo withoot a ribbon for Flora. "Ilka man in the Kildrummie train has some bit fairin' in his pooch for the fouk at hame that he's bocht wi' the siller he won. Ou ay, a've seen it a' at ither hooses, though they tried tae hide it frae me for fear a' wud lauch at them.
Burnbrae gaes aff tae get a goon for his wife or a buke for his college laddie, an' Lachlan Campbell 'ill no leave the place noo without a ribbon for Flora. "Ilka man in the Kildrummie train has some bit fairin' in his pooch for the fouk at hame that he's bocht wi' the siller he won. Ou, ay! A' 've seen it a' at ither hooses, though they tried tae hide it frae me for fear a' wud lauch at them.
"I'm a bit o' a Protestant, though I'm nae missionar; an' I'm no inclined to confess, Thamas meanin' no ill-will to you for a' that, ye ken," added George, in a conciliatory tone. "Weel, weel. I can only say that I hae seen no signs o' a savin' seriousness aboot ye, George. Ye're sair ta'en up wi' the warl'." "Hoo mak' ye that oot? Ye big hooses, an' I mak' doors to them.
''Cause theirs was a great muckle toon, wi' sic a heap o' hooses that there wasna room for kirkyards; sae they tuik them ootside the toon, and gaed aneth wi' them a'thegither. For there they howkit a lot o' passages like trances, and here and there a wee roomy like, wi' ither trances gaein frae them this gait and that.
An' ye know ferry weel, Tan, that my sister Elspie would be content to live wi' you in a ferry small hoose, and the bare necessaries of life, but here you are forced to put off the merritch because our hooses wass burnt, and you are obleeged to wait till you get a sort o' palace built, I suppose, and a grand farm set a-goin'."
Cheer up, Private Thomson; gi'e him the kidney punch on his whuskers! Guid stroke. Grocer! fair on his goods' entrance! We'll be payin' for to see ye in pictur' hooses yet the Brithers Basher! Gor, this is better nor a funeral! Keep it up, lads! And so forth. But it was far too fast to last. A few minutes, and both were utterly pumped. As though with mutual agreement, they paused panting.
But I wasna sorry for them mair. For the miracle was upon them. And in their een, dinna doot it, the old, grey fronts o' the hooses were green trees. The pavement beneath their feet was the saft dirt o' a country road, or the bonny grass. City folk do long, I'm sure o' it, for the glen and the beauty o' the countryside.
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