"Ye maun live, ye maun live.

Maybe they'll need ye yet," sobbed she, without explaining--perhaps without knowing--who "they" meant.

But she knew enough of her "bairn" to know that if any thing would rouse him it was the thought of other folk.
"Do you think so, nurse?
Do you think I can be of any good to any creature in this world ?" "Ay, ye can, ye can, my lord--ye'd be awfully missed gin ye were to dee." "Then I'll no dee"-- faintly smiling, and using the familiar speech of his childhood.

"Call Malcolm.

I'll try to rise.