eternity wi" a bit bairnie aucht days auld, an" it never gettin" even the lenth o" bein" doakit, lat aleen growin" up to be able to tak" care o"ts sel? The thing"s no rizzenable."
"But there wud be plenty bit la.s.sies to gie the bairn a hurl in a coach," said the Tailor. "I dinna see hoo Mysie cudna get redd o" her bairn for an" oor noo an" than."
"But that wud juist be a dw.a.n.g to the la.s.sies, syne," answered Bandy.
"That"s a thing I"ve often thocht aboot mysel"," says Sandy; "an" the only wey I cud mak" it oot was that a"body in heaven "ill be juist i"
their prime. I"ve thocht to mysel" that a" the men folk wud be, say, aboot thirty-five "ear auld, or atween that an" forty, an" the weemin mibby fower or five "ear younger."
"An" wud they be a" ae size, d"ye think?" says Stumpie Mertin.
Stumpie"s a tailor, ye see, an" I suppose he"d been winderin" aboot hoo he wud manish wi" the measurin".
"I canna say naething aboot the size," says Sandy; "it"s the auldness we"re taen up aboot i" the noo."
"Na, na, Sandy; your wey o"t "ill no" do ava," said the Smith.
"There"ll be bairns an" auld fowk in heaven as weel"s here. Auld fowk "ill no" get dune or dotal, like what they do i" this world, undootedly; but there"ll be young fowk for them to guide an" advise.
It wud be a puir wey o" doin", I"m thinkin", whaur naebody was wyzer than his neeper, an" whaur ye wud never hae the chance o" doin" a freend a gude turn."
"It"s past my comprehension," said the Gairner. "Maist fowk thinks it"ll be a braw place, whaur there"ll be nae trauchle or trouble wi"
onything; but I doot we maun juist tak" the Bible for"t, lads, an" hae faith that it"ll be a" richt, whatever wey it comes aboot."
"There"s ae thing, though, that I dinna haud wi" the minister in ava,"
said the Smith. "I canna thole the idea o" great croods o" stoot men and weemin daidlin" aboot a" day doin" naething but singin" hymes.
I"ve often thocht aboot that, an" raley, Sandy, I dinna think I cud be happy onywey if I didna hae my studio an" my hammer wi" me; for I"m juist meeserable when I"m hingin" aboot idle. As for singin", I canna sing a single b.u.m. It"s no" like the thing ava for weel-faur"d fowk to do naething but trail aboot sing-singin" week-in week-oot. It may do for litlans, an" precentir budies, like Mertin here; but able-bodied fowk, wi" a" their faculties, cudna pet up wi"t for a week, lat aleen a" eternity."
Stumpie"s an awfu" peppery budy, an" though the Smith leuch when he made his joke at the tailor"s precentin", Mertin got as raised as a wasp, and he yattered back--"You"ll maybe be better aff i" the ither place, wi" your auld horse shune an" your smiddy reek, ye auld acowder----"
"Toot, toot, Mertin; dinna get angry," says the Smith. "It was but a joke, man. I"ve nae doot that I wud hardly be i" the right place amon"
angels an" sic like billies. But I tell ye what it is, I maun wirk for my livin" in heaven as weel"s here, if ever I get there. I cud never pet aff my time gaen aboot doin" naething an" that"s whaur I differ frae the minister."
"But I think we"re tell"d that there"ll be mony mansions," says I; "an"
nae doubt there"ll be mony kinds o" occupation too. There"ll be a chance for"s a" bein" happy in oor ain wey, I"m thinkin". I only wiss we was sure we wud a" get there."
"Ah, Bawbie, la.s.sie, that"s whaur you"re wyzer than the whole dollop o"s," says the Smith. "We"re takin" up oor heids aboot a place we may never get till; an", I"m thinkin", it"ll be better for"s a" to stick in here an" do what"s fair an" richt. If we mak" shure o" that, we may lave a" the rest till a higher hand."
Mistress Kenawee landit in to see what had come ower Dauvid, an", dear me, when I lookit at the tnock, here, it was five meenits to ten. We"d been argeyin" that muckle aboot eternity, that we"d forgotten aboot the time a"thegither.
V.
MISTRESS MIKAVER"S TEA PARTY.
I"ll swag, mind ye, but the men"s no" far wrang when they say that weemin have most dreedfu" lang tongues. Dod, mind ye, but it"s ower troo; it"s ower troo!
Mistress Mikaver wud hae me alang to a cup o" tea lest Teysday efternune; so I gae my hands an" face a bit dicht, an" threw on my Sabbath goon, an" awa" I gaed. I fell in wi" Mistress Kenawee on the road, an", gin we landit, there was a gaitherin" o" wives like what you wudda seen ony mornin" at the Mossy Wall afore the noo water supply was brocht in aboot the toon.
Mysie Meldrum was there wi" a braw noo print frock on. Hand your tongue! Five bawbees the yaird! I saw the very marrows o"t in Hantin the draper"s remmindar winda. But, faigs, Mysie was prood o"t, an" nae mistak. It was made i" the first o" fashion, a" drawn i" the briest, an" shuders as big"s smokit hams, wi" Mysie"s bit facie lookin" oot atween them, like"s she was sittin" in an auld-fashioned easychair.
But, of coorse, I never bather my heid aboot what wey fowk"s dressed.
Mistress Mollison was juist as a.s.sorted as uswal. She"d as muckle on as wudda dressed twa or three folk, an" she was ill-cled at that.
"What"ll hae come o" her seal jeckit?" says Mistress Kenawee to me, wi"
a nudge, when we gaed ben the hoose to get oor things aff; but I said naething, for, the fac" o" the maitter is, I thocht Mistress Kenawee a fell sicht hersel". There was a great target o" black braid hingin"
frae the tail o" her goon, an" the back seam o" her body was riven in twa-three places. An" if the truth be tell"d, I wasna very braw mysel". Thinks I to mysel", as I"ve heard the Gairner"s wife say, them that hae riven breeks had better keep their seats.
Gairner Winton"s wife was there, lookin" as happy an" impident as uswal; an" Ribekka Steein cam" in juist as me an" Mistress Kenawee were gettin" set doon amon" the rest. Mistress Mikaver was quite my leddy, an" was rinnin" frae the teen to the t.i.ther o"s juist terriple anxious to mak"s a" at hame, an" makin"s a" meesirable. I windered that the cratur didna gae heidlang ower some o" the stules she had sittin"
aboot; but she got through wi" a" her fairlies an" the tea maskit withoot ony mishap, an" we got a" set roond the table for oor tea.
Mistress Mikaver had oot her mither"s cheenie, an" a braw tablecloth, o" her mither"s ain spinnin" she tell"d"s. She has an awfu" hoosefu"
o" stech, Mistress Mikaver; press efter press, an" kist efter kist fu".
I ashure you, the la.s.s that gets young Alek "ill no want for providin".
She had a"thing in fine order; it was a perf.e.c.k treat to sit doon; an"
I noticed a braw noo pentin" o" the scone-baker hung abune the chumla.
He maun hae left a fell f.e.c.k o" bawbees, for I ashure ye his weeda has a fu" hoose, an" aye plenty to do wi".
Weel-a-weel, we had oor tea, as I was tellin" ye, an" a fine cup it was. Eh, it"s a nice thing a cup o" fresh tea. There"s naething I like better; it"s that refreshin", especially if you"ve somebody to crack till when you"re at it. An", I"ll swag, we didna weary for want o" crackin" that efternune. The Gairner"s wife an" Mysie Meldrum are twa awfu" tagues for tongue; an" some o" the rest o"s werena far to the hent, I"m dootin".
"Noo, juist see an" mak" yersels a" at hame," said Mistress Mikaver, in her uswal fizzy kind o" wey.
"An", as the auld sayin" is, gin ye dinna like what"s set doon, juist tak" what ye brocht wi" ye," says Mistress Winton, an" set"s a" to the lauchin". You never heard sic a cratur for thae auld-farrant sayin"s; an" Mysie"s no" far ahent. Dod, they pappit ane anither wi" proverbs juist like skule laddies wi" snawba"s.
"There"s Moses Certricht"s wife awa" by there," says Mistress Kenawee, pointin" oot at the winda. "She"s a clorty, weirdless-lookin" cratur.
I"m dootin" Moses hasna muckle o" a hame wi" her, the gloidin" tawpie "at she is."
"Eh, haud your tongue!" said Mistress Mollison. "The puir man"s juist fair hudden doon wi" her, the lazy, weirdless trail. But it"s the bairns I"m sorra for. Ye"ll see them i" the mornin" gaen awa" berfit to the skule, an" a seerip piece i" their hand, wi" fient o" hand or face o" them washen, an" their claes as greasy as a cadger"s pooch.
It"s a winder to me "at Moses disna tak" to drink."
"He has himsel" to blame," brook in the Gairner"s wife. "She cam" o"
an ill breed. He kent what she was afore he married her. Ye canna mak" a silk purse oot o" a soo"s lug. Eh, na! Gin ye want a guid sheaf, gang aye to a guid stook."
"You"re richt there, Mistress Winton," said Mysie. "Tak" a cat o" your ain kind an" it"ll no" scart ye, my mither used to say; an" I"m shure I"ve seen that come true of"en, of"en."
"They tell me," said Mistress Kenawee, "that Moses gie"s her seven-an"-twinty shillin"s every week to keep her hoose wi". What she does wi"t it beats me to mak" oot. Mony a mither wud be gled o" the half o"t i" the noo, an" wud feed an" deed half a dizzen bairns on"t."
"But Moses is a fooshinless, hingin"-aboot kind o" a whaup," says I.
"The blame"s mibby no" a" on ae side o" the hoose. There"s lots o"
your braw billies ye wudna need to follow ower their ain doorstap.
When there"s din an" dirt i" the hoose, the wife aye gets the dirdum.
Moses has ower muckle to say aboot the wife. She may be ill, but he"s no" the pairty to saw"t like neep seed ower a" the countryside."
"You"re richt there, Bawbie," said Mistress Winton. "I"ve tell"d Moses that till"s face afore the day. They"re scarce o" noos that tells their father was hanged."
"He"s an ill man that blackgairds his wife, altho" she were the deevil"s sister," says Mysie; an" even Ribekka gae her moo a dicht, an"
whispered to hersel", "Eh, aye, that"s a troo sayin"."
"I"ll no" say a wird again" men," said Mistress Mikaver, "for Wellum was a guid man to me"; an" she took a lang breth throo her nose, an"
lookit up at the picture abune the chumla. "I think I"ve seen Moses the waur o" a dram; but he looks a quiet eneuch stock," gays she.