7/19 And then all went out like a candle that you blaw upon. I was kneeling by the water, and Jock's sark in my hand, and the lav'rock singing, and that was all." "I have heard tell of that," said Strickland. "It was near Braemar." "And that's mony a lang league frae here! Sax days, and we had news of the rising, with the gathering at Braemar. And said he wha told us, 'The gilt ball fell frae the standard pole, and there's nane to think that a good omen!' But I _saw_ it," said Mother Binning. She turned her wheel, a woman not yet old and with a large, tranquil comeliness. |