Christian fiction; Fishers -- Fiction; Love stories; Scotland -- Fiction
“Na, my lord--the mair’s the pity! But I’ve been to the school
sin’ ever I can min’.”
“Do they teach logic there?”
“A kin’ o’ ’t. Mr Graham sets us to try oor han’ whiles--jist to
mak ’s a bit gleg (_quick and keen_), ye ken.”
“You don’t mean you go to school still?”
“I dinna gang reg’lar; but I gang as aften as Mr Graham wants me
to help him, an’ I aye gether somethin’.”
“So it’s schoolmaster you are as well as fisherman? Two strings to
your bow!--Who pays you for teaching?”
“Ow! naebody. Wha wad pay me for that?”
“Why, the schoolmaster.”
“Na, but that wad be an affront, my lord!”
“How can you afford the time for nothing?”
“The time comes to little, compairt wi’ what Mr Graham gies me i’
the lang forenichts--i’ the winter time, ye ken, my lord,--whan
the sea’s whiles ower contumahcious to be meddlet muckle wi’.”
“But you have to support your grandfather.”
“My gran’father wad be ill-pleased to hear ye say ’t, my lord.
He’s terrible independent; an’ what wi’ his pipes, an’ his lamps,
an’ his shop, he could keep ’s baith. It’s no muckle the likes o’
us wants. He winna lat me gang far to the fishin’, so that I hae
the mair time to read an’ gang to Mr Graham.”
As the youth spoke, the marquis eyed him with apparently growing
interest.
“But you haven’t told me whether your boat is a proper one,” said
the lady.
“Proper eneuch, mem, for what’s required o’ her. She taks guid
fish.”
“But is it a proper boat for me to have a row in?”
“No wi’ that goon on, mem, as I telled ye afore.”
“The water won’t get in, will it?”
“No more than’s easy gotten oot again.”
“Do you ever put up a sail?”
“Whiles--a wee bit o’ a lug-sail.”
“Nonsense, Flory!” said the marquis. “I’ll see about it.” Then
turning to Malcolm,--
“You may go,” he said. “When I want you I will send for you.”
Malcolm thought with himself that he had sent for him this time
before he wanted him; but he made his bow, and departed--not
without disappointment, for he had expected the marquis to say
something about his grandfather going to the House with his pipes,
a request he would fain have carried to the old man to gladden his
heart withal.
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