'I didna know, sir, ye were so partial to kickshaws,' he said
haughtily, with the strong Scotch accent into which, on his return to
his native hills, he had allowed himself to relapse.
I saw that I had made some fearful blunder, and said no more; but I
afterwards learned from Babiole, as a great secret, that her mother
had prevailed upon Janet to yield up her daily duties as cook as far
as my dinner was concerned; and my heart began to melt and soften as
the winter wore on, towards the strictly anonymous little chef who had
delivered me from the binding tyranny of haggis and cock-a-leekie.
When the snow melted away from all but the tops of the hills, and
there came fresh little sprouts of pale green among the dark feather
foliage of the larches, a change came over the tiny household of my
tenants. From early morning until the sun began to sink low behind the
hills Babiole was never to be found at the cottage. Sometimes,
indeed, she would dash in at midday to dinner, as fresh and sweet as
an opening rose; but more often she would stay away until evening
began to creep on, taking with her a most frugal meal of a couple of
sandwiches and a piece of shortbread. Even that was shared with Ta-ta,
whom I encouraged to attend the venturesome little maiden on her long
rambles; the dog would follow her now as willingly as she did me, and
could be fierce enough upon occasion to prove a far from despicable
bodyguard; while I generally contrived to be about the grounds
somewhere when she started, and, having noted the direction she took,
I went that way for my morning ride. Often I passed them on the road,
the girl walking at a sort of dance, the dog leaping and springing
about her. At sight of me, Ta-ta would rush to her master, barking
with joy; then, seeing that I would not take the only sensible course
of allowing her to follow both her favourites together, she would run
from the one to the other, in delirious perplexed excitement, until by
a few words and gestures I let her know that her duty was with the
beauty and not the beast.
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