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And her astonishment was therefore paralyzing when she heard her father say: "But ye maun haud a quaiet tongue i' yer heid, guidwife; for weel as ye like the laddie, ye may blast his character gin ye say a word aboot it." "I s' warran' it's a' ower Glamerton afore it comes to your lugs, Anerew," returned her mother. "They're no that gleg efter sic news.
Man, the first thing I did, whan I cam' to mysel', was to justify her afore God for lauchin at me. Hoo could onybody help lauchin at me? It wasna her wyte. And eh! man, ye dinna ken hoo quaiet and comfortable I was in my ain min', as sune's I had gotten her justified to mysel' and had laid it doon that I was ane fit to be lauchen at. I winna lat you lauch at me, though, bantam. I tell ye that."
As I tell't ye, she was a wee body, wi' muckle black een, that lay quaiet in her face and never cam oot till they war wantit, an' a body gimp and sma', but roon' and weel proportioned throughoot. Her hand and her fit war jist past expression bonny. And she had a' her features conformin' a' sma' but nane o' them ower sma' in relation to ane anither.
I'm no thinkin' 't; but 'deed I dinna ken, my lord!" said Malcolm. "What do you mean, then?" "Gien yer lordship wad aloo me to force yon door, I wad be better able to tell ye." "Then the old man is not quiet?" "There's something no quaiet." "Nonsense! It's all your imagination depend on it." "I dinna think it." "What do you think, then? You're not afraid of ghosts, surely?" "No muckle.
"But I'm saying, Dand" she came nearer him "I'm for the muirs. I must have a braith of air. If Clem was to be speiring for me, try and quaiet him, will ye no?" "What way?" said Dandie. "I ken but the ae way, and that's leein'. I'll say ye had a sair heed, if ye like." "But I havena," she objected. "I daursay no," he returned.
Eh! but she was a bonnie wuman as ever I saw, an' that quaiet! It's my belief she never thocht aboot her ain beowty frae week's en' to week's en', and that's no sayin' little is 't, Aggy? 'I never preten't ony richt to think aboot sic, returned Miss Lammie, with a mild indignation. 'That's richt, lass. Od, ye're aye i' the richt though I say 't 'at sudna.
Fowk thinks mair o' fowk, the mair they are themsels. But I wat it was sma' honour I brocht her hame, wi' my een brunt oot wi' greetin' for the mune. I'll tell ye the lave o' 't efter we win hame. I canna bide to be here i' the dark. It's the quaiet beuks a' roon' me that I canna bide. It was i' the mids o' beuks, i' the dark, that I heard that lauch. It jist blastit me and the beuks and a' thing.
"No, mem 'cep' by sicht o' ee; he hasna been lang aboot the toon. Some fowk sae he's dementit; but he's unco quaiet, speyks to nobody, an' gien onybody speyk to him, jist rims. Cud he be kennin' you, no? Ye 're a stranger here, mem." "No sic a stranger, John!" returned Miss Horn, calling the man by his name, for she recognized him as the beadle of the parish church. "What 's the body like?"
"Well, I wad rather be up ear'," said Malcolm; "a heap raither. I like fine to be oot i' the quaiet o' the mornin' afore the sun's up to set the din gaun; whan it's a' clear but no bricht like the back o' a bonny sawmon; an' air an' watter an' a' luiks as gien they war waitin' for something quaiet, verra quaiet, but no content."
And dinna ye think it'll be a' ower the toon lang or this!" "And hoo will ye meet it, mother?" "We maun tell yer father, and get him to quaiet the soutar! For her, we maun jist stap her mou wi' a bunch o' bank-notts!" "That wad jist mak it 'maist impossible for even her to forgie you or me aither ony langer!" "And wha's she to speyk o' forgivin!" The door opened, and Peter entered.
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