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A well of pure spring- water leaps out from an old tree-root before the door; and here the shepherds, shading themselves in summer from the influence of the sun, tell to their children the wild tale of Elphin Irving and his sister Phemie; and, singular as the story seems, it has gained full credence among the people where the scene is laid."
Her grave face wore the tenderness which comes from affectionate reminiscence. "There was never sic a laddie as young Maister Quentin. No' a week gaed by but he was in here, cryin', 'Phemie Morran, I've come till my tea! Fine he likit my treacle scones, puir man. There wasna ane in the countryside sae bauld a rider at the hunt, or sic a skeely fisher.
"You are very quiet, Phemie," she said. "Are you going to sleep?" "No," faltered Phemie, drawing closer to her. "I am thinking." "Thinking. What about?" "About you. Dolly, do you are you very ill worse than you were?" "Very ill!" repeated Dolly, slowly, as if in wonder. "Worse than I was! Why do you ask?" Then Phemie lost self-control altogether.
The father superintended the raising of vegetables, and sent wagon-loads to the hospitals. Miss Phemie, a lovely young girl, was a frequent visitor to the hospitals, and often herself dispensed the golden butter and rich buttermilk prepared under her own direction; she would even dispense with the carriage and ride in town on the wagon, that she might bring plenty of vegetables, fruit, etc.
Then Phemie suddenly broke into a constrained giggle, which she however quickly smothered as she had the accordion, and with the same look of mischievous distress. "I'm astonished at you, Phemie," said Clementina in a deep contralto voice, which seemed even deeper from its restraint. "You don't seem to have any sense. Anybody'd think you never had seen a stranger before."
She looked at him with her large, clear eyes, and that absence of coquetry or changed expression in her beautiful face which might have stood for indifference or dignity as she said: "I don't know. I am waiting to see." But here Miss Phemie broke in saucily with the assertion that Mr.
Silently they retired, put out the light, closed their eyes, and soon two unequal snores, one deep and the other shriller, accompanied the uninterrupted rattle of the dying man. The rats ran about in the garret. The husband awoke at the first streaks of dawn. His father-in-law was still alive. He shook his wife, worried by the tenacity of the old man. "Say, Phemie, he don't want to quit.
"I left early and took it easy along the shore." "Did ye so? Well, good-sight to ye." Five minutes later Dickson walked into Mrs. Morran's kitchen, where Heritage was busy making up for a day of short provender. "I'm for Glasgow to-morrow, Auntie Phemie," he cried. "I want you to loan me a wee trunk with a key, and steek the door and windows, for I've a lot to tell you."
Only she herself knew of the fierce battles she so often fought in secret, when her sore, aching heart cried out so loud for Grif and would not would not be comforted. She saw Phemie frequently. The much-abused professor had proved himself a faithful friend to them.
She micht hae kent hoo it wad end. Hark at her. My, but it's awfu'." "Keep in, Annie," Phemie admonished as they both craned their necks to look up the row as she saw Walker turning to face Mag. "Dinna let him see you or your man will get the sack. My! but she's layin' it in tae' him. What a tongue." "Lord bless us!
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