who used to skip in of an
evening, and, squatting on a stool near the window, unwind the roll of
her enormities. A wheedling thing she was, with an ambition to drive
men crazy, but my presence killed the gossip on her tongue, though I
liked to look at her. When I entered, the wag at the wa' clock had
again possession of the kitchen. I never heard more than the end of a
sentence:
"An' did he really say he would fling himsel into the dam, Kitty?"
Or--"True as death, Jess, he kissed me."
Then I wandered away from the kitchen, where I was not wanted, and
marvelled to know that Jess of the tender heart laughed most merrily
when he really did say that he was going straight to the dam. As no
body was found in the dam in those days, whoever he was he must have
thought better of it.
But let Kitty, or any other maid, cast a glinting eye on Jamie, then
Jess no longer smiled. If he returned the glance she sat silent in her
chair till Leeby laughed away her fears.
"Jamie's no the kind, mother," Leeby would say. "Na, he's quiet, but
he sees through them. They dinna draw his leg (get over him)."
"Ye never can tell, Leeby. The laddies 'at's maist ill to get
sometimes gangs up in a flame a' at aince, like a bit o' paper."
"Ay, weel, at ony rate Jamie's no on fire yet."
Though clever beyond her neighbours, Jess lost all her sharpness if
they spoke of a lassie for Jamie.
"I warrant," Tibbie Birse said one day in my hearing, "'at there's some
leddie in London he's thinkin' o'. Ay, he's been a guid laddie to ye,
but i' the course o' nature he'll be settlin' dune soon."
Jess did not answer, but she was a picture of woe.
"Ye're lettin' what Tibbie Birse said lie on yer mind," Leeby remarked,
when Tibbie was gone. "What can it maiter what she thinks?"
"I canna help it, Leeby," said Jess. "Na, an' I canna bear to think o'
Jamie bein' mairit. It would lay me low to loss my laddie. No yet, no
yet."
"But, mother," said Leeby, quoting from the minister at weddings, "ye
wouldna be lossin' a son, but juist gainin' a dochter."
"Dinna haver, Leeby," answered Jess, "I want nane o' thae dochters; na,
na."
This talk took place while we were still awaiting Jamie's coming. He
had only been with us one day when Jess made a terrible discovery. She
was looking so mournful when I saw her, that I asked Leeby what was
wrong.
"She's brocht it on hersel," said Leeby. "Ye see she was up sune i'
the mornin' to begi
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