This is a thought to mak death easy, Crawford.

Good-night, dears." And then "God's finger touched him and he slept." Crawford lived but a few weeks longer.

After the dominie's death he simply sat waiting.

His darling Alexander came home specially to brighten these last hours, and in his company he showed almost to the last hour the true Crawford spirit.
"Alexander," he would say, "you'll ding for your ain side and the Crawfords always, but you'll be a good man; there is nae happiness else, dear.

Never rest, my lad, till ye sit where your fathers sat in the House o' Peers.