Then he hurried away to hide the happy, embarrassing tears that were coming straight from his swelling heart.
Mrs.Duncan, sobbing unrestrainedly, swept into the adjoining room and threw herself into Duncan's arms.
"Oh, the puir lad!" she wailed.

"Oh, the puir mither-hungry lad! He breaks my heart!" Duncan's arms closed convulsively around his wife.

With a big, brown hand he lovingly stroked her rough, sorrel hair.
"Sarah, you're a guid woman!" he said.

"You're a michty guid woman! Ye hae a way o' speakin' out at times that's like the inspired prophets of the Lord.

If that had been put to me, now, I'd 'a' felt all I kent how to and been keen enough to say the richt thing; but dang it, I'd 'a' stuttered and stammered and got naething out that would ha' done onybody a mite o' good.