GRIZEL PAYS THREE VISITS Less alarming but more irritating was the attempt of the youth of Monypenny and the West town end, to establish a rival firm of Jacobites (without even being sure of the name).

They started business (Francie Crabb leader, because he had a kilt) on a flagon of porter and an ounce of twist, which they carried on a stick through the Den, saying "Bowf!" like dogs, when they met anyone, and then laughing doubtfully.
The twist and porter were seized by Tommy and his followers, and Haggerty-Taggerty, Major, arrived home with his head so firmly secured in the flagon that the solder had to be melted before he saw the world again.

Francie was in still worse plight, for during the remainder of the evening he had to hide in shame among the brackens, and Tommy wore a kilt.
One cruel revenge the beaten rivals had.

They waylaid Grizel, when she was alone, and thus assailed her, she answering not a word.
"What's a father ?" "She'll soon no have a mither either!" "The Painted Lady needs to paint her cheeks no longer!" "Na, the red spots comes themsels now." "Have you heard her hoasting ?" "Ay, it's the hoast o' a dying woman." "The joiner heard it, and gave her a look, measuring her wi' his eye for the coffin.

'Five and a half by one and a half would hold her snod,' he says to himsel'." "Ronny-On's auld wife heard it, and says she, 'Dinna think, my leddy, as you'll be buried in consecrated ground.'" "Na, a'body kens she'll just be hauled at the end o' a rope to the hole where the witches was shooled in." "Wi' a paling spar through her, to keep her down on the day o' judgment." Well, well, these children became men and women in time, one of them even a bit of a hero, though he never knew it.
Are you angry with them?
If so, put the cheap thing aside, or think only of Grizel, and perhaps God will turn your anger into love for her.
Great-hearted, solitary child! She walked away from them without flinching, but on reaching the Den, where no one could see her--she lay down on the ground, and her cheeks were dry, but little wells of water stood in her eyes.
She would not be the Lady Grizel that night.