"Well, Jock," said Ralph, "it behooves me to see Mistress Winsome before I go. Ye ken she and I are good friends."
"So"s you an" me; but had puir Jock no cried up till ye, ye wad hae gane aff to Embra withoot as muckle as "Fairguide"en to ye, Jock.""
"Ah, Jock, but then you must know that Mistress Charteris and I are lad and la.s.s," he continued, putting the case as he conceived in a form that would suit it to Jock"s understanding.
"Lad an" la.s.s! What did ye think Jock took ye for? This is nane o"
yer Castle tricks," he said; "mind, Jock can bite yet!"
Ralph laughed.
"No, no, Jock, you need not be feared. She and I are going to be married some day before very long"--a statement made entirely without authority.
"Hoot, hoot!" said Jock, "wull nocht ser" ye but that ava--a sensible man like you? In that case ye"ll hae seen the last o"
Jock Gordon. I canna be doin" wi" a gilravage o" bairns aboot a hoose--"
"Jock," said Ralph earnestly, "will you help me to see her before I go?"
""Deed that I wull," said Jock, very practically. "I"ll gaun an"
wauken her the noo!"
"You must not do that," said Ralph, "but perhaps if you knew where Meg Kissock slept, you might tell her."
"Certes, I can that," said Jock; "I can pit my haund on her in a meenit. But mind yer, when ye"re mairret, dinna expect Jock Gordon to come farther nor the back kitchen."
So grumbling, "It couldna be expeckit--I canna be doin" wi" bairns ava"--"Jock took his way up the long loaning of Craig Ronald, followed through the elderbushes by Ralph Peden.
CHAPTER x.x.xIV.
THE DEW OF THEIR YOUTH.
Jock made his way without a moment"s hesitation to the little hen- house which stood at one end of the farm steading of Craig Ronald.
Up this he walked with his semi-prehensile bare feet as easily as though he were walking along the highway. Up to the rigging of the house he went, then along it--setting one foot on one side and the other on the other, turning in his great toes upon the coping for support. Thus he came to the gable end at which Meg slept. Jock leaned over the angle of the roof and with his hand tapped on the window.
"Wha"s there? "said Meg from her bed, no more surprised than if the knock had been upon the outer door at midday.
"It"s me, daft Jock Gordon," said Jock candidly.
"Gae wa" wi" ye, Jock! Can ye no let decent fowk sleep in their beds for yae nicht?"
"Ye maun get up, Meg," said Jock.
"An" what for should I get up?" queried Meg indignantly. "I had ancuch o" gettin" up yestreen to last me a gye while."
"There"s a young man here wantin" to coort your mistress!" said Jock delicately.
"Haivers!" said Meg, "hae ye killed another puir man?"
"Na, na, he"s honest--this yin. It"s the young man frae the manse.
The auld carle o" a minister has turned him oot o" hoose an" hame, and he"s gaun awa" to Enbra". He says he maun see the young mistress afore he gangs--but maybe ye ken better, Meg."
"Gae wa" frae the wunda, Jock, and I"ll get up," said Meg, with a brevity which betokened the importance of the news.
In a little while Meg was in Winsome"s room. The greyish light of early morning was just peeping in past the little curtain. On the chair lay the lilac-sprigged muslin dress of her grandmother"s, which Winsome had meant to put on next morning to the kirk. Her face lay sideways on the pillow, and Meg could see that she was softly crying even in her sleep. Meg stood over her a moment.
Something hard lay beneath Winsome"s cheek, pressing into its soft rounding. Meg tenderly slipped it out. It was an ordinary memorandum-book written with curious signs. On the pillow by her lay the lilac sunbonnet.
Meg put her arms gently round Winsome, saying:
"It"s me, my lamb. It"s me, your Meg!"
And Meg"s cheek was pressed against that of Winsome, moist with sleep. The sleeper stirred with a dovelike moaning, and opened her eyes, dark with sleep and wet with the tears of dreams, upon Meg.
"Waken, my bonnie; Meg has something that she maun tell ye."
So Winsome looked round with the wild fear with which she now started from all her sleeps; but the strong arms of her loyal Meg were about her, and she only smiled with a vague wistfulness, and said:
"It"s you, Meg, my dear!"
So into her ear Meg whispered her tale. As she went on, Winsome clasped her round the neck, and thrust her face into the neck of Meg"s drugget gown. This is the same girl who had set the ploughmen their work and appointed to each worker about the farm her task. It seems necessary to say so.
"Noo," said Meg, when she had finished, "ye ken whether ye want to see him or no!"
"Meg," whispered Winsome, "can I let him go away to Edinburgh and maybe never see me again, without a word?"
"Ye ken that best yersel"," said Meg with high impartiality, but with her comforting arms very close about her darling.
"I think," said Winsome, the tears very near the lids of her eyes, "that I had better not see him. I--I do not wish to see him--Meg,"
she said earnestly; "go and tell him not to see me any more, and not to think of a girl like me--"
Meg went to Winsome"s little cupboard wardrobe in the wall and took down the old lilac-sprayed summer gown which she had worn when she first saw Ralph Peden.
"Ye had better rise, my la.s.sie, an" tak" that message yersel"!"
said Meg dryly.
So obediently Winsome rose. Meg helped her to dress, holding silently her glimmering white garments for her as she had done when first as a fairy child she came to Craig Ronald. Some of them were a little roughly held, for Meg could not see quite so clearly as usual. Also when she spoke her speech sounded more abruptly and harshly than was its wont.
At last the girl"s attire was complete, and Winsome stood ready for her morning walk fresh as the dew on the white lilies. Meg tied the strings of the old sunbonnet beneath her sweet chin, and stepped back to look at the effect; then, with sudden impulsive movement, she went tumultuously forward and kissed her mistress on the cheek.
"I wush it was me!" she said, pushing Winsome from the room.
The day was breaking red in the east when Winsome stepped out upon the little wooden stoop, damp with the night mist, which seemed somehow strange to her feet. She stepped down, giving a little familiar pat to the bosom of her dress, as though to advertise to any one who might be observing that it was her constant habit thus to walk abroad in the dawn.
Meg watched her as she went. Then she turned into the house to stop the kitchen clock and out to lock the stable door.