Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"'What's stopped ye to this time o' nicht, ye fitless, feckless cratur
ye?' cried Tibby--'whar hae ye been? Gie an account o' yoursel.'
"'An account o' mysel!' says I, and I gied the door a drive ahint me, as
if I wad driven it aff the hinges--'for what should I gie an account o'
mysel?--or wha should I gie it to? I suppose this house is my ain, and I
can come in and gang out when I like!'
"'Yours!' cried she; 'is the _body_ drunk?'
"'No,' says I; 'I'm no drunk, but I wad hae you to be decent. Where is
my supper?--it is time that I had it.'
"'Ye micht hae come in in time to get it then,' said she; 'folk canna
keep suppers waitin on you.'
"'But I'll gang whar I can get it,' said I; and I offered to leave the
house.
"'I'll tak the life o' ye first,' said she. 'Gie me the siller. Ye had
five cogs, a dizen o' bickers, twa dizen o' piggins, three bowies, four
cream dishes, and twa ladles, besides the wooden spoons that I packed up
mysel. Gie me the siller--and, you puir profligate, let me see what ye
hae spent.'
"'Gie you the siller!' says I; 'na, na, I've dune that lang aneugh--_I
hae stopped the supplies_, my woman.'
"'Stop your breath!' cried she; 'gie me the siller, every farthin, or wo
betide ye.'
"It was needless for her to say _every farthin_; for, had I dune as I
used to do, I kenned she wad search through every pocket o' my claes the
moment she thocht me asleep--through every hole and corner o' them, to
see if I had cheated her out o' a single penny--ay, and tak them up, and
shake them, and shake them, after a' was dune. But I was determined to
stand fast by your advice.
"'Do as ye like,' says I; 'I'll bring ye to your senses--_I've stopped
the supplies_.'
"She saw that I wasna drunk, and my manner rather dumfoundered her a
little. The bairns--wha, as I have tauld ye, she aye encouraged to mock
me--began to giggle at me, and to mak game o' me, as usual. I banged out
o' the house, and into the shop, and I took down the belt o' the bit
turning-lathe, and into the house I goes again wi' it in my hand.
"'Wha maks a fule o' me now?'
"And they a' laughed thegither, and I up wi' the belt, and I loundered
them round the house and round the house, till ane screamed and anither
screamed, and even their mither got clouts in trying to run betwixt them
and me; and it was wha to squeel loudest. Sae, after I had brocht them
a' to ken what I was, I awa yont to my mither's, and I gied her five
shillins, puir body; and after stoppin an hour wi' her, I gaed back to
the house again. The bairns were a' abed, and some o' them were still
sobbin, and Tibby was sittin by the fire; but she didna venture to say a
word--I had completely astonished her--and as little said I.
"There wasna a word passed between us for three days; I was beginning to
carry my head higher in the house, and on the fourth day I observed that
she had nae tea to her breakfast. A day or twa after, the auldest lassie
cam to me ae morning about ten o'clock, and says she--
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