"I will go back to-morrow. I am weary of Meriton this year. I have found myself everywhere at a discount. Allan refuses my estate and myself. The minister and the kirk refuse my services as organist. And when I had a very kind idea in my head about Theodora, you make me feel as if I had been plotting treason against her, and against honor and everything else of good report. Let me hide my head in the smoke of Glasgow to-morrow."
"Theodora! Is that the girl"s name?"
"That is the fisher-girl"s name, the one I have given her. I suppose she will have to descend to Jennie or Christie."
"Are you not a little ill-tempered, Mary?"
"I am shamefully ill-tempered, uncle. I am afraid I am growing bad, and I cannot make up my mind to get any more good from Dr. MacDonald. When ministers want to snub women, they always quote St. Paul. Now, I do not believe any wrong of St. Paul. I have an idea that he was a perfect gentleman, and rather polite to our s.e.x."
"They quote his own words, my dear."
"They quote, as they have transposed and transformed them. I think if a woman had translated that particular pa.s.sage, it might have been less pleasant for Dr. MacDonald to quote."
"Nevermind Dr. MacDonald to-night, dearie. Sing us a few words of Robert Burns. It would be an ill heart that could not get cheery in his company.
I bought the bonniest likeness of him yesterday. What a handsome lad he was!"
"I always fancy he must have looked like Joseph. The Talmud says all the women in Egypt loved Joseph. I am sure everybody, young and old, make their hearts over to Robert Burns.
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There was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatnaday, o" whatna style, I doubt its hardly worth our while To be sae nice wi" Robin.
For Robin was a rovin boy, A rantin", rovin", rantin", rovin", Robin was a rovin" boy, O ran-tin", rov-in", Robin!
Our monarch"s hindmost year but ane Was five and twenty days began; "Twas then a blast o" Januar" win"
Blew hansel in on Robin.
For Robin was, etc.
The gossip keekit in his loof, Quo" she, wha lives will see the proof, This waly boy will be nae coof; I think we"ll ca" him Robin.
For Robin was, etc.
He"ll hae misfortunes great and sma", But aye a heart aboon them a", He"ll be a credit till us a"
We"ll a" be proud o" Robin.
For Robin was, etc."
Half an hour"s song put both in cheerful temper, and when Mary said, "Now, uncle, we must stop, because I want to take the first boat to-morrow," the dear old man went gayly off, singing:--
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"Then up in the morning"s no" for me, Up in the morning early; I"d rather gang supper-less to my bed, Than rise in the morning early.
"Up in the morning"s no" for me, Up in the morning early, I"d rather gang supperless to my bed, Than rise in the morning early,"
and he was as proud and pleased with the apropos quotation, as if he had written it himself.
John Campbell"s city house was one of the handsomest of the many handsome mansions in Blytheswood Square; and there the princ.i.p.al treasures of his home life were gathered: silver, paintings, furniture, books, as well as the mementoes which had come to him from past generations. He had expected Allan to spend the winter at home, and made many extensive changes in view of the company which the young people would probably desire. When Mary entered the house, she turned a face of astonishment and delight upon her uncle. Everywhere the utmost richness and luxury of appointment were manifest, and over her piano hung the painting of the beaming Robert Burns, for which Campbell had just paid 500. He had intended to surprise his niece, and he had his full measure of thanks in her unaffected pleasure. It was a happy home-coming, and as they sat together that night, Mary tried to inspire the father"s heart with her own hopes in regard to Allan"s future.
"He will come back in a year, uncle," she said, "and he will bring with him one of those bright-looking New York women, brains to the finger tips, nerves all over, with the most miraculously small feet, and costumes just as wonderful. Or it will be some large-eyed, slow-moving, long, lithe Southern girl who will look like a great white lily turned into a woman. I do not think seriously that Theodora has the slenderest chance of becoming Allan"s wife, and, would you believe it, uncle, I am honestly sorry for her?"
"I believe it, dear, if you say so; but I would not have expected it."
"I cannot help thinking about her. I wish I could. I have wondered a dozen times to-day if she knows that she is shut up alone in that nearly empty house. How the storm will beat upon Allan"s windows all the winter! How the wind will howl around the big, desolate place! And think of the real Theodora waiting among all kinds of rude surroundings on that bleak Fife coast. There must have been a mistake with that girl, uncle. She was meant for lofty rooms and splendid clothing, and to be waited upon hand and foot. Don"t you think souls must often wonder at the habitations they find themselves in?"
"There is One above who orders all things. He makes no mistakes of that kind, dearie. I dare say the girl is very happy. She will be a kind of heroine among her own cla.s.s of women, and they will envy her her rich handsome lover."
"And you think she will be happy under those circ.u.mstances? Not unless Fife girls are a higher creation of women. If they envy her they will hate her also; and I doubt if she will have many more friends among the fisher-lads. They will look upon her as a renegade to her order. The old women will suspect her, and the old men look askance at her with disapproving eyes. The girl will be a white blackbird; the properly colored birds will drive her out of the colony or pick her to death. It is only natural they should."
"But they are a very religious people; and grace is beyond nature.
"I do not deny that, uncle; but did you ever find grace with a mantle large enough to cover a defenceless woman who was under the ban of the majority? Now did you?"
"I know what you are after, Mary. You want to go and see her. This talk is a roundabout way to enlist my sympathy."
"Suppose I do want to go and see her, what then?"
"You could not go. The thing is simply impossible for some months at least. We know neither her name nor her place of residence. I should have to write to Allan on that matter; he might decline to tell me; if he did tell me, his answer will come with the snow and the winter storms. How then are you going to reach the Fife coast? And what kind of excuse could a lady make for visiting it about Christmas?"
"Excuses are plenty as blackberries in season. I wonder you did not "speer her name and hame;" that would have been my first question."
"If I am buying a ship, Mary, I look at her build; I want to know if she is sea-trusty; her name is of small account. Now, if I were you, I would not trouble myself about Allan"s sweetheart. I dare say she is happy enough."
"I am quite sure she is wretched. I feel it. And I have an idea that Allan would expect me, feeling so, to look after her."
Mary Campbell"s divination was a correct one. Maggie was even thus early very wretched. In fact her misery began before Allan and David were quite out of sight. For a few minutes Janet Caird let her stand and watch the departing boat; then she said with an air of business, "Weel, weel, Maggie, they are gane, but the wark o" the house bides. If you are ready I"ll just gae through it, and tak" a look at the things put under my hand and charge."
Maggie turned round sharply. "There is nae charge in your hand, Aunt Janet. I hae keepit the house since I was seventeen years auld, and I"m no needing help frae onybody."
"Then whatna for was I brought here, frae my ain bit o" heather roof? It will ill set you to put your fayther"s auldest sister under your thumb.
Folks will talk ill o" you."
"They will talk as they like to talk, and it"s mair often ill than gude.
But the house is mine, and I"ll guide it yet. You are vera welcome, Aunt Janet, and I"ll be thankfu" for your company, and your word o" advis.e.m.e.nt, and if you"ll bide under my roof, I"ll bide under the shelter o" your gude heart, and gude word; for you ken, a lone la.s.sie ought to hae some person weel respect.i.t to stand by her, and to be a witness that she lives as a decent la.s.sie ought to live."
"I didna think I was to be made a convenience o". I lookit to do my day"s wark, and sae earn my day"s wage."
"Did Davie promise you siller at a"?"
"I"ll no say he did; there wasna any promise fully made; but I thocht o"
it."
"How much was you thinking o"? What sum will pay you to stand by my gude name, and say for me the right word when you hear the wrang one? For you ken, aunt, I"ll ne"er deserve the wrang one."
"Wad five shillings weekly be o"er much?"
"Ay, it"s a deal. But I"ll gie it to you. And you can knit your ain stocking, and go and come as it likes you; and I"ll mind my ain hame, and I"ll pay you the siller every Sat.u.r.day night."
"I dinna like the talk o" siller sae near the Sawbath day. We"ll hae the settlement on Sat.u.r.day at noon."