"An" ye"ll doobtless read the Greek like yer mither-tongue?" said the cobbler, with a longing admiration in his tone.
"Na, no like that; but weel eneuch to get guid o" "t."
"Weel, that"s jist the ae thing I grutch ye--na, no grutch--I"m glaid ye hae"t--but the ae thing I wud fain be a scholar for mysel"! To think I kenna a cheep o" the word spoken by the Word himsel"!"
"But the letter o" the word he made little o" comparet wi" the speerit!" said Donal.
"Ay, that"s true! an" yet it"s whaur a man may weel be greedy an" want to hae a"thing: wha has the speerit wad fain hae the letter tu! But it disna maitter; I s" set to learnin" "t the first thing whan I gang up the stair--that is, gien it be the Lord"s wull."
"Hoots!" said his wife, "what wad ye du wi" Greek up there! I s"
warran" the fowk there, ay, an" the maister himsel", speyks plain Scotch! What for no! What wad they du there wi" Greek, "at a body wad hae to warstle wi" frae mornin" to nicht, an" no mak oot the third pairt o" "t!"
Her husband laughed merrily, but Donal said,
""Deed maybe ye"re na sae far wrang, guidwife! I"m thinkin" there maun be a gran" mither-tongue there, "at "ll soop up a" the lave, an" be better to un"erstan" nor a body"s ain--for it"ll be yet mair his ain."
"Hear til him!" cried the cobbler, with hearty approbation.
"Ye ken," Donal went on, "a" the languages o" the earth cam, or luik as gien they had come, frae ane, though we"re no jist dogsure o" that.
There"s my mither"s ain Gaelic, for enstance: it"s as auld, maybe aulder nor the Greek; onygait, it has mair Greek nor Laitin words intil "t, an" ye ken the Greek "s an aulder tongue nor the Laitin. Weel, gien we could work oor w"y back to the auldest grit-gran"mither-tongue o" a", I"m thinkin" it wad come a kin o" sae easy til "s, "at, wi" the impruvt faculties o" oor h"avenly condition, we micht be able in a feow days to haud communication wi" ane anither i" that same, ohn stammert or hummt an" hawt."
"But there"s been sic a heap o" things f"un" oot sin" syne, i" the min"
o" man, as weel "s i" the warl" ootside," said Andrew, "that sic a language wad be mair like a bairn"s tongue nor a mither"s, I"m thinkin", whan set against a" "at wad be to speyk aboot!"
"Ye"re verra richt there, I dinna doobt. But hoo easy wad it be for ilk ane to bring in the new word he want.i.t, haein" eneuch common afore to explain "t wi"! Afore lang the language wad hae intil "t ilka word "at was worth haein" in ony language "at ever was spoken sin" the toor o" Babel."
"Eh, sirs, but it"s dreidfu" to think o" haein" to learn sae muckle!"
said the old woman. "I"m ower auld an" dottlet!"
Her husband laughed again.
"I dinna see what ye hae to lauch at!" she said, laughing too. "Ye"ll be dottlet yersel" gien ye live lang eneuch!"
"I"m thinkin"," said Andrew, "but I dinna ken--"at it maun be a man"s ain wyte gien age maks him dottlet. Gien he"s aye been haudin" by the trowth, I dinna think he"ll fin" the trowth, hasna hauden by him.--But what I was lauchin" at was the thoucht o" onybody bein" auld up there.
We"ll a" be yoong there, la.s.s!"
"It sall be as the Lord wulls," returned his wife.
"It sall. We want nae mair; an" eh, we want nae less!" responded her husband.
So the evening wore away. The talk was to the very mind of Donal, who never loved wisdom so much as when she appeared in peasant-garb. In that garb he had first known her, and in the form of his mother.
"I won"er," said Doory at length, ""at yoong Eppy "s no puttin" in her appearance! I was sure o" her the nicht: she hasna been near "s a" the week!"
The cobbler turned to Donal to explain. He would not talk of things their guest did not understand; that would be like shutting him out after taking him in!
"Yoong Eppy "s a gran"child, sir--the only ane we hae. She"s a weel behavet la.s.s, though ta"en up wi" the things o" this warl" mair nor her grannie an" me could wuss. She"s in a place no far frae here--no an easy ane, maybe, to gie satisfaction in, but she"s duin" no that ill."
"Hoot, Anerew! she"s duin" jist as well as ony la.s.sie o" her years could in justice be expeckit," interposed the grandmother. "It"s seldom the Lord "at sets auld heid upo" yoong shoothers."
The words were hardly spoken when a light foot was heard coming up the stair.
"--But here she comes to answer for hersel"!" she added cheerily.
The door of the room opened, and a good-looking girl of about eighteen came in.
"Weel, yoong Eppy, hoo "s a" wi" ye?" said the old man.
The grandmother"s name was Elspeth, the grand-daughter"s had therefore always the prefix.
"Brawly, thank ye, gran"father," she answered. "Hoo "s a" wi" yersel"?"
"Ow, weel cobblet!" he replied.
"Sit ye doon," said the grandmother, "by the spark o" fire; the nicht "s some airy like."
"Na, grannie, I want nae fire," said the girl. "I hae run a" the ro"d to get a glimp" o" ye "afore the week was oot."
"Hoo "s things gaein" up at the castel?"
"Ow, sic-like "s usual--only the hoosekeeper "s some dowy, an" that puts mair upo" the lave o" "s: whan she"s weel, she"s no ane to spare hersel"--or ither fowk aither!--I wadna care, gien she wud but lippen til a body!" concluded young Eppy, with a toss of her head.
"We maunna speyk evil o" dignities, yoong Eppy!" said the cobbler, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Ca" ye mistress Brookes a dignity, gran"father!" said the girl, with a laugh that was nowise rude.
"I do," he answered. "Isna she ower ye? Haena ye to du as she tells ye? "Atween her an" you that"s eneuch: she"s ane o" the dignities spoken o"."
"I winna dispute it. But, eh, it"s queer wark yon"er!"
"Tak ye care, yoong Eppy! we maun haud oor tongues aboot things committ.i.t til oor trust. Ane peyt to serve in a hoose maunna tre"t the affairs o" that hoose as gien they war her ain."
"It wad be weel gien a"body about the hoose was as partic"lar as ye wad hae me, gran"father!"
"Hoo"s my lord, la.s.s?"
"Ow, muckle the same--aye up the stair an" doon the stair the forepairt o" the nicht, an" maist inveesible a" day."
The girl cast a shy glance now and then at Donal, as if she claimed him on her side, though the older people must be humoured. Donal was not too simple to understand her: he gave her look no reception. Bethinking himself that they might have matters to talk about, he rose, and turning to his hostess, said,
"Wi" yer leave, gudewife, I wad gang to my bed. I hae traivelt a maitter o" thirty mile the day upo" my bare feet."
"Eh, sir!" she answered, "I oucht to hae considert that!--Come, yoong Eppy, we maun get the gentleman"s bed made up for him."
With a toss of her pretty head, Eppy followed her grandmother to the next room, casting a glance behind her that seemed to ask what she meant by calling a lad without shoes or stockings a gentleman. Not the less readily or actively, however, did she a.s.sist her grandmother in preparing the tired wayfarer"s couch. In a few minutes they returned, and telling him the room was quite ready for him, Doory added a hope that he would sleep as sound as if his own mother had made the bed.
He heard them talking for a while after the door was closed, but the girl soon took her leave. He was just falling asleep in the luxury of conscious repose, when the sound of the cobbler"s hammer for a moment roused him, and he knew the old man was again at work on his behalf. A moment more and he was too fast asleep for any Cyclops" hammer to wake him.