Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I believe fine ye mean what ye say, but ye forget yersel when the time
comes."
"Juist try me this time."
"Weel, then, I do."
"Do what?" asked the greedy Leeby.
"What ye said."
"I said love."
"Well," said Jamie, "I do't."
"What do ye do? Say the word."
"Na," said Jamie, "I winna say the word. It's no a word to say, but I
do't."
That was all she could get out of him, unless he was stricken with
remorse, when he even went the length of saying the word.
"Leeby kent perfectly weel," Jess has said, "'at it was a trial to
Jamie to tak her ony gait, an' I often used to say to her 'at I
wondered at her want o' pride in priggin' wi' him. Ay, but if she
could juist get a promise wrung oot o' him, she didna care hoo muckle
she had to prig. Syne they quarrelled, an' ane or baith o' them grat
(cried) afore they made it up. I mind when Jamie went to the fishin'
Leeby was aye terrible keen to get wi' him, but ye see he wouldna be
seen gaen through the toon wi' her. 'If ye let me gang,' she said to
him, 'I'll no seek to go through the toon wi' ye. Na, I'll gang roond
by the Roods an' you can tak the buryin'-ground road, so as we can meet
on the hill.' Yes, Leeby was willin' to agree wi' a' that, juist to
get gaen wi' him. I've seen lassies makkin' themsels sma' for lads
often enough, but I never saw ane 'at prigged so muckle wi' her ain
brother. Na, it's other lassies' brothers they like as a rule."
"But though Jamie was terrible reserved aboot it," said Leeby, "he was
as fond o' me as ever I was o' him. Ye mind the time I had the
measles, mother?"
"Am no likely to forget it, Leeby," said Jess, "an' you blind wi' them
for three days. Ay, ay, Jamie was richt taen up aboot ye. I mind he
broke open his pirly (money-box), an' bocht a ha'penny worth o'
something to ye every day."
"An' ye hinna forgotten the stick?"
"'Deed no, I hinna. Ye see," Jess explained to me, "Leeby was lyin'
ben the hoose, an' Jamie wasna allowed to gang near her for fear o'
infection. Weel, he gat a lang stick--it was a pea-stick--an' put it
aneath the door an' waggled it. Ay, he did that a curran times every
day, juist to let her see he was thinkin' o' her."
"Mair than that," said Leeby, "he cried oot 'at he loved me."
"Ay, but juist aince," Jess said, "I dinna mind o't but aince. It was
the time the doctor came late, an' Jamie, being waukened by him, thocht
ye was deein'. I mind as if it was yesterday hoo he cam runnin' to the
door an' cried oot, 'I do love ye, Leeby; I love ye richt.' The doctor
got a start when he heard the voice, but he laughed loud when he
un'erstood."
"He had nae business, though," said Leeby, "to tell onybody."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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