“I am quite sure she is wretched. I feel it. And I have an idea that Allan would expect me, feeling so, to look after her.”
Mary Campbell’s divination was a correct one. Maggie was even thus early very wretched. In fact her misery began before Allan and David were quite out of sight. For a few minutes Janet Caird let her stand and watch the departing boat; then she said with an air of business, “Weel, weel, Maggie, they are gane, but the wark o’ the house bides. If you are ready I’ll just gae through it, and tak’ a look at the things put under my hand and charge.”
Maggie turned round sharply. “There is nae charge in your hand, Aunt Janet. I hae keepit the house since I was seventeen years auld, and I’m no needing help frae onybody.”
“Then whatna for was I brought here, frae my ain bit o’ heather roof? It will ill set you to put your fayther’s auldest sister under your thumb. Folks will talk ill o’ you.”
“They will talk as they like to talk, and it’s mair often ill than gude. But the house is mine, and I’ll guide it yet. You are vera welcome, Aunt Janet, and I’ll be thankfu’ for your company, and your word o’ advisement, and if you’ll bide under my roof, I’ll bide under the shelter o’ your gude heart, and gude word; for you ken, a lone lassie ought to hae some person weel respectit to stand by her, and to be a witness that she lives as a decent lassie ought to live.”
“I didna think I was to be made a convenience o’. I lookit to do my day’s wark, and sae earn my day’s wage.”
“Did Davie promise you siller at a’?”
“I’ll no say he did; there wasna any promise fully made; but I thocht o’ it.”
“How much was you thinking o’? What sum will pay you to stand by my gude name, and say for me the right word when you hear the wrang one? For you ken, aunt, I’ll ne’er deserve the wrang one.”
“Wad five shillings weekly be o’er much?”