She got them their supper, which was keeping hot by the fire; and then
sent Maggie to her bed in the ben-end, where she laid the baby beside
her, after washing him and wrapping him in a soft well-worn shift of
her own. But Maggie scarcely slept for listening lest the baby’s breath
should stop; and Eppie sat in the kitchen with Andrew until the light,
slowly travelling round the north, deepened in the east, and at last
climbed the sky, leading up the sun himself; when Andrew rose, and set
his face toward Stonecross, in full but not very anxious expectation
of a stormy reception from his mistress before he should have time
to explain. When he reached home, however, he found the house not yet
astir; and had time to feed and groom his horses before any one was
about, so that, to his relief, no rendering of reasons was necessary.
All the next day Maggie was ill at ease, in much dread of the appearance
of a mother. The baby seemed nothing the worse for his exposure, and
although thin and pale, appeared a healthy child, taking heartily the
food offered him. He was decently though poorly clad, and very clean.
The Cormacks making inquiry at every farmhouse and cottage within range
of the moor, the tale of his finding was speedily known throughout the
neighbourhood; but to the satisfaction of Maggie at least, who fretted
to carry home her treasure, without any result; so that by the time the
period of her visit arrived, she was feeling tolerably secure in her
possession, and returned with it in triumph to her father.
The long-haired horse not yet proving equal to the journey, she had to
walk home; but Eppie herself accompanied her, bent on taking her share
in the burden of the child, which Maggie was with difficulty persuaded
to yield. Eppie indeed carried him up to the soutar’s door, but Maggie
insisted on herself laying him in her father’s arms. The soutar rose
from his stool, received him like Simeon taking the infant Jesus from
the arms of his mother, and held him high like a heave-offering to him
that had sent him forth from the hidden Holiest of Holies. One moment in
silence he held him, then restoring him to his daughter, sat down again,
and took up his last and shoe. Then suddenly becoming aware of a breach
in his manners, he rose again at once, saying—
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