The information had been yielded to the inquisition of the parent, who said with truth that he had never missed anything before; although I suspect that a course of petty and cautious pilfering had at length passed the narrow bounds within which it could be concealed from the lynx eyes inherited from the kingly general.

Possibly a bilious attack, which confined the elder boy to the house for two or three days, may have had something to do with the theft; but if Bruce had any suspicions of the sort, he never gave utterance to them.
"I dinna want to hide frae 't," cried Annie.

"Guid kens," she went on in desperation, "that I wadna touch a grain o' saut wantin' leave." "It's a pity, Annie, that some fowk dinna get their ain share o' Mr Malison's tards." (_Tards_ was considered a more dignified word than _tag_.) "I dinna like to lick ye mysel', 'cause ye're ither fowk's bairn; but I can hardly haud my han's aff o' ye." It must not be supposed from this speech that Robert Bruce ever ventured to lay his hands on his own children.

He was too much afraid of their mother, who, perfectly submissive and sympathetic in ordinary, would have flown into the rage of a hen with chickens if even her own husband had dared to chastise one of _her_ children.

The shop might be more Robert's than hers, but the children were more hers than Robert's.
Overcome with shame and righteous anger, Annie burst out in the midst of fresh tears: "I wish Auntie, wad come an tak me awa'! It's an ill hoose to be in." These words had a visible effect upon Bruce.