I'll no say aboot some o' the first o' ye, for at that time I didna ken sae weel what I was aboot, an' was mair angert whiles nor there was ony occasion for--tuik my beam to dang their motes.

I hae been sair tribled aboot it, mony's the time." "Eh, mither!" said Nicie, shocked at the idea of her reproaching herself about anything concerning her children, "I'm weel sure there's no ane o' them wad think, no to say say, sic a thing." "I daursay ye're richt there, lass.

I think whiles a woman's bairns are like the God they cam frae--aye ready to forgie her onything." Ginevra went home with a good many things to think about..