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not likely for a time to notice any
other of her features. She rose as Miss Horn entered, buried a fat fist in
a soft side, and stood silent.
"Weel?" said Miss Horn interrogatively, and was silent also.
"I thocht ye micht want a cast o' my callin'," said the woman.
"Na, na; there's no a han' 'at s' lay finger upo' the bairn but mine ain,"
said Miss Horn. "I had it a' ower, my lee lane, afore the skreigh o' day.
She's lyin' quaiet noo--verra quaiet--waitin' upo' Watty Witherspail.
Whan he fesses hame her bit boxie, we s' hae her laid canny intill 't, an'
hae dune wi' 't."
"Weel, mem, for a leddy born, like yersel', I maun say, ye tak it unco
composed!"
"I'm no awaur, Mistress Catanach, o' ony necessity laid upo' ye to say
yer min' i' this hoose. It's no expeckit. But what for sud I no tak' it wi'

composur'? We'll hae to tak' oor ain turn er lang, as composed as we
hae the skiel o', and gang oot like a lang nibbit can'le--ay, an lea' jist sic
a memory ahin' some o' 's, Bawby."
"I kenna gien ye mean me, Miss Horn," said the woman; "but it's no
that muckle o' a memory I expec' to lea' ahin' me."
"The less the better," muttered Miss Horn; but her unwelcome visitor
went on:
"Them 'at 's maist i' my debt kens least aboot it; and then mithers canna
be said to hae muckle to be thankfu' for. It's God's trowth, I ken waur
nor ever I did mem. A body in my trade canna help fa'in' amo' ill
company whiles, for we're a' born in sin, an' brocht furth in ineequity,
as the Buik. says; in fac', it's a' sin thegither: we come o' sin an' we
gang for sin; but ye ken the likes o' me maunna clype (tell tales). A' the
same, gien ye dinna tak the help o' my han', ye winna refuse me the
sicht o' my een, puir thing!"
"There's nane sall luik upon her deid 'at wasna a pleesur' till her livin';
an' ye ken weel eneuch, Bawby, she cudna thole (bear) the sicht o'
you."
"An' guid rizzon had she for that, gien a' 'at gangs throu' my heid er I fa'
asleep i' the lang mirk nichts be a hair better nor ane o' the auld wives'
fables 'at fowk says the holy buik maks sae licht o'."
"What mean ye?" demanded Miss Horn, sternly and curtly.
"I ken what I mean mysel', an' ane that's no content wi' that, bude
(behaved) ill be a howdie (midwife). I wad fain hae gotten a fancy oot
o' my heid that's been there this mony a lang day; but please yersel',
mem, gien ye winna be neebourly."
"Ye s' no gang near her--no to save ye frae a' the ill dreams that ever
gethered aboot a sin stappit (stuffed) bowster!" cried Miss Horn, and
drew down her long upper lip in a strong arch.
"Ca cannie! ca cannie! (drive gently)," said Bawby. "Dinna anger me
ower sair, for I am but mortal. Fowk tak a heap frae you, Miss Horn, 'at
they'll tak frae nane ither, for your temper's weel kent, an' little made o';
but it's an ill faured thing to anger the howdie --sae muckle lies upo' her;
an, I'm no i' the tune to put up wi' muckle the nicht. I wonner at ye bein'
sae oonneebourlike--at sic a time tu, wi' a corp i' the hoose!"
"Gang awa--gan oot o't: it's my hoose," said Miss Horn, in a low,
hoarse voice, restrained from rising to tempest pitch only by the

consciousness of what lay on the other side of the ceiling above her
head. "I wad as sune lat a cat intill the deid chaumer to gang loupin'
ower the corp, or may be waur, as I wad lat yersel' intill 't Bawby
Catanach; an' there's till ye!"
At this moment the opportune entrance of Jean afforded fitting
occasion to her mistress for leaving the room without encountering the
dilemma of either turning the woman out--a proceeding which the latter,
from the way in which she set her short, stout figure square on the floor,
appeared ready to resist--or of herself abandoning the field in
discomfiture: she turned and marched from the kitchen with her head in
the air, and the gait of one who had been insulted on her own premises.
She was sitting in the parlour, still red faced and wrathful, when Jean
entered, and, closing the door behind her, drew near to her mistress,
bearing a narrative, commenced at the door, of all she had seen, heard,
and done, while "oot an' aboot i' the toon." But Miss Horn interrupted