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
sometimes they were sair put about, and at their last penny; but their
mother had been a God-fearing woman, and had given them the best o’
counsel, and they aye kept up their hearts, for there was a Providence
abune, they said, that kent what was best for them. The room was clean
and neat, though the furniture was scant. There was but one bed, but
they borrowed a mattress from a kind neighbour, and I lay baith warm and
comfortable on it. In the morning I had a sair struggle, for they would
hae me to take one o’ their hard-earned shillings; but I would by no
means hear o’ it, and I was the more positive as they had telt me that I
was but a day’s journey or so frae Richmond, and need na gang through
that awfu’ London, which was a great ease to my mind. So I took only
some small change Ellen had gotten in from the tea, and gaed on my way.
It was a clear bright day, but it was hard frost when night came on, and
I was stiff wi’ cold, and weary, weary; and I could get naething better
than a barn to lie down in, for I had but a penny to offer, and they
jeered at me, and said a barn was ower good for sic payment. The next
morning seems all like a confused kind o’ dream, I remember naething but
that I crawled on and on, often stopping and feeling unco’ sleepy, but
aye feared to lie down lest I should ne’er waken again; but though I
kent Richmond could na be far off now, I was but the mair sorrowful, for
I could bear it no longer; I could na move anither step, but sunk down
by the road-side. A mist came afore my eyes, I ken naething mair, but
that I seemed to waken in Heaven, for when I opened my eyes again, your
dear faces were all around me.” Peggy ceased speaking, and clasped her
hands together as if in prayer. There were tears in most eyes; even
Charles, who seemed to think it unmanly to give way, had to struggle
hard with his emotion.
“Leila,” he said, as they returned home, “I can well understand what
your grief must have been in thinking Peggy lost to you. I am going to
write all her story down, it is so interesting, and it will be my first
lesson in the Scotch language; I would not have missed hearing her tell
it for the world.”
CHAPTER XI.
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