[Sir Gibbie by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookSir Gibbie CHAPTER XXII 16/24
Only I doobt I'll be lang awa afore that, for it taks time to fess a man like that till's holy senses." The sixth of the family now entered, and his mother led him up to the bed. "The Lord preserve's!" cried Donal Grant, "it's the cratur!--An' is that the gait they hae guidit him! The quaietest cratur an' the willin'est!" Donal began to choke. "Ye ken him than, laddie ?" said his mother. "Weel that," answered Donal.
"He's been wi' me an' the nowt ilka day for weeks till the day." With that he hurried into the story of his acquaintance with Gibbie; and the fable of the brownie would soon have disappeared from Daurside, had it not been that Janet desired them to say nothing about the boy, but let him be forgotten by his enemies, till he grew able to take care of himself.
Besides, she said, their father might get into trouble with the master and the laird, if it were known they had him. Donal vowed to himself, that, if Fergus had had a hand in the abuse, he would never speak civil word to him again. He turned towards the bed, and there were Gibbie's azure eyes wide open and fixed upon him. "Eh, ye cratur!" he cried; and darting to the bed, he took Gibbie's face between his hands, and said, in a voice to which pity and sympathy gave a tone like his mother's, "Whaten a deevil was't 'at lickit ye like that? Eh! I wuss I had the trimmin' o' him!" Gibbie smiled. "Has the ill-guideship ta'en the tongue frae 'im, think ye ?" asked the mother. "Na, na," answered Donal; "he's been like that sin' ever I kenned him.
I never h'ard word frae the moo' o' 'im." "He'll be ane o' the deif an' dumb," said Janet. "He's no deif, mither; that I ken weel; but dumb he maun be, I'm thinkin' .-- Cratur," he continued, stooping over the boy, "gien ye hear what I'm sayin', tak haud o' my nose." Thereupon, with a laugh like that of an amused infant, Gibbie raised his hand, and with thumb and forefinger gently pinched Donal's large nose, at which they all burst out laughing with joy.
It was as if they had found an angel's baby in the bushes, and been afraid he was an idiot, but were now relieved.
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