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Say, ther' ain't nothin' in the world so beautiful as you, Aim-sa, an' that's a fac'. I ain't never seen nothin' o' wimmin before, 'cep' my mother, but I guess now I've got you I can't do wi'out you, you're that soft an' pictur'-like. Ye've jest got to say right here that you're my squaw, an' everything I've got is yours, on'y they things I leave behind to Nick."
They went by the name of Whitstone, but their real name, by them papers, was Van Blooren " "What name?" Jeff's voice broke sharply in upon the little man. "Van Blooren." "Go on." Jeff's eyes were gazing out through the lacing of creeper. He was no longer regarding the man's unemotional gray features. "Wal, the place wa'an't worth the five thousand, 'cep' fer one clause in them papers.
Sin' yesterday mornin' the laird, Grizzie tells me, hasna ristit a minute in ae place,'cep' in his bed. What for camna ye thestreen?" As he was answering her question, Aggie cast a keen searching look at his companion: Elsie's face was as red as fire could have reddened it, and tears of vexation were gathering in her eyes. She turned her head away and bit her lip.
Gien ye wad lat a body speyk 'at kens naething,'cep' 'at oot o' the moo' o' babes an' sucklin's an'troth I'm naither babe nor sucklin' this mony a lang, but I'm a muckle eneuch gowk to be ane o' the Lord's innocents, an' hae him perfec' praise oot o' the moo' o' me! She paused a moment, feeling it was time the laird should say something-which immediately he did.
His face was screwed up into the expression Tresler had begun to recognize as a smile. He took a chew of tobacco and prepared to give his best attention. "Git goin'," he observed easily. "Well, look here, have we any near neighbors?" "None nigher than Forks 'cep' the Breeds, an' they're nigh on six mile south, out toward the hills. How?"
"Arena ye some wissin' ye hadna taen muckle mair yersel, Peter?" "'Deed am I! But gien he be giftit like that ye say, what for didna he try to haud 's richt?" "Maybe he thoucht ye wad mak yer mistaks better wantin' him." "Weel, ye dinna ca' that freenly!" "What for no? I hae h'ard him say fowk canna come richt 'cep' by haein' room to gang wrang. But jist ye gang till him noo.
"That's good," the boy said heartily. "Fix yerself an' go on deck. Dad wants to see you. I'm his son, Dan, they call me, an' I'm cook's helper an' everything else aboard that's too dirty for the men. There ain't no boy here 'cep' me sence Otto went overboard an' he was only a Dutchy, an' twenty year old at that. How'd you come to fall off in a dead flat ca'am?"
"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!"
There's none but friends here now 'cep' the old lady; she do look glum. Sus. I'll soon settle her hash! Mat. Susie! Susie! Don't there's a dear! Sus. What business has she here then! She's not a doin' of nothink. Mat. Don't you see she's looking after the poor gentleman there? Ger. William! William! Gone again! What a fellow he is! The best servant in the world, but always vanishing!
"I hadna the presumption, my leddy, to coont the Hoose in Portlossie Ye'll hae a sicht o' buiks up there, no?" "Have you never been in the library?" "I never set fut i' the hoose 'cep' i' the kitchie, an' ance or twise steppin' across the ha' frae the ae door to the tither. I wad fain see what kin' o' a place great fowk like you bides in, an' what kin' o' things, buiks an' a', ye hae aboot ye.
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