Leila at Home: a continuation of Leila in EnglandTytler, Ann Fraser
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Leila at Home: a continuation of Leila in England
Tytler, Ann Fraser
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Country life -- Juvenile fiction; Cousins -- Juvenile fiction
gown as he did afore; and how we e’er reached the shore was the gracious
providence of God, for man had nought to do wi’ it; and we were up in
the air the one minute, and in the watery pit o’ destruction the next,
and no a dry stitch upon us when we were lifted out wi’ scarce the
breath o’ life in our bodies; but all but gratitude to Heaven was
forgotten when we sat that night in quietness and in comfort by that
widow-woman’s cheerful fire-side. And to see the bairns round the table
at their tea, wi’ their bit blythe faces, and ilk are wi’ a jolly piece
in its hand, for, as I said afore, she was well to do in the world that
widow-woman, and had all things in a superior way. ’Deed it was a scene
to lift the heart wi’ gratitude and joy, and at night when I found
myself in a quiet comfortable bed, and nae mair heizing up and down wi’
all thae outlandish sounds in my ear, ’deed I could na sleep wi’ very
pleasure, so I took to musing on the uses o’ the sea, and I could na
make it weel out at all; it seemed to me as if it was a fearfu’ scourge,
aye ready to be let loose on our sinfu’ heads, and made for naething but
our destruction; but then I minded me o’ the fine caller haddys, and
thae herrings at ten a penny, sic a blessing for the puir, and then I
thought that there might be a measure o’ comfort in it after all, so wi’
that I fell asleep. The next morning I thought to hae gone on my way,
but they would nae hear o’ it, and the bairns they aye clung to me, and
said I was to stay and be their mamma. ’Deed, auld as I was, I could nae
but think o’ sic a proposal afore John’s very face; and he, honest man,
no ways willing. The day after that John set out wi’ me to put me on my
road, and he wrote me out a paper o’ all the towns I was to gang
through, and sae we parted, and I gaed on my way, thinking it wad be but
a pleasant walk; but waes me, I had little thought or comprehension o’
what was afore me. But I am thinking I have said enough for this present
time; you will be weary wi’ sic a lang tale.”
“Oh no, Peggy,” Leila exclaimed, “I am quite sure none of us are weary.
Do go on, for we wish so much to hear how you got here at last.”
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