“Did I no see it with my ain een?” was the very natural ejaculation.
“No, you didn’t; you only thought ye saw it,” said the wife; “and thae twa things have a gey difference between them.”
“What do ye mean, Robina, woman?”
“The merrillygoes!”
“The merrillygoes,” rejoined the wondering David; “my een niver were in that condition.”
“You may think sae, Dauvit,” rejoined Binny; “but I happen to ken better. On Wednesday night, when we were in bed, and the moon shining in at the window, did I no hear you say, ‘Binny, woman, what are ye doing up at this eery hour?’ It was just about twelve; and upon lifting my head and looking ower at ye, I saw your een staring out as gleg as a hawk’s after a sparrow. It had begun then.”
“Ou, I had been dreaming,” said David.
“Dreaming with your een open!”
“That is indeed strange enough,” rejoined David. “Did ye really see my een open?”
“Did ye ever hear me tell ye a lee, man? Am I no as true as the Bible? and think ye I dinna ken the strange light o’ the merrillygoes, when I have seen it in the een o’ my ain father?”