Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 10
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"Save us a', hinny!" said I, "weel, I am sure that dings everything!
But, as sure as death! as I told ye, I was sae tired, that I never
minded a word about it till bed-time, when I had my waistcoat unbuttoned
and my shoon off, and I couldna be fashed to put them on again, and, at
ony rate, it was owre late."
"Very weel, Willie," says she, and apparently a good deal hurt, "I
wouldna thought it o' ye--but no matter."
"No, love," said I, "it's no great matter, sure enough; for this is only
Saturday nicht, and I'll just call in at the manse in the by-going, as I
gang hame, and tell the minister a' about it. The thing can be done in a
minute."
"Indeed, no," said she, "though I should never be cried,[7] ye are to go
no such way. This is Saturday nicht--the morn is the Sabbath, and the
minister will be at his studies, and ye are not to disturb him upon my
account."
[Footnote 7: Cried--Publication of banns.]
"Very well, love," said I, "we'll just have to put off a week, then."
"Maybe sae," said she. But I thought there was something unco dry in her
manner o' saying "maybe sae." However, as I couldna be fashed to call
upon the minister that nicht, I took nae mair notice o' the subject.
I could hardly get a word out o' her after this, for above an hour that
I remained in her company. However, she rather came to a little (for she
was a kind-hearted lassie), when we were about to part; and we promised
faithfully to meet one another at the usual trysting-place, on the
Wednesday nicht following, at eight o'clock, within a minute; and I was
to have everything arranged wi' the minister and the joiner in the
meantime.
On the Sunday morning, the minister passed me between the manse and the
kirk, and, says he, quite familiarly--for he was a man that had nae
stiffness about him--
"Willie, I thought you was to have been cried to-day."
"I beg your pardon, sir," said I; "but it was all my neglect; for I
couldna be fashed until last nicht, and then I thought ye would be at
your studies, and it was owre late to trouble ye."
"You were very considerate," said he, wi' a smile; "but I'll save you
the trouble next week."
"I'll be obliged to ye, sir," said I, taking off my hat.
In going home, I overtook the joiner--no, I'm wrong, the joiner overtook
me--and, after he had observed that it was a fine day, and I had said it
was, and he had asked me what I thought o' the sermon, and so on, I said
to him--"Now, I expect that ye'll no disappoint me wi' the furniture."
"Ye needna be feared o' that, Mr Grant," said he; "ye ken ye proposed
that it was to be a ready-money transaction. It's no every day that we
meet wi' jobs o' that kind, and ye may tak my word on't, I'll no
disappoint ye--both for your sake and mine."
"Weel," thought I, "that's twa things aff my head--Isabella will surely
be pleased now (for they ca'd her Isabella). I've been fortunate in
meeting wi' them baith--in killing twa birds wi' ae stane."
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