She was not in a generous mood, and she was calculating, as she silently set the table, how much of her seven shillings a week would be left, when she had paid Janet Caird five out of it, and entertained all her kimmers. When the tea was brewed, the old woman went to her blue kist, and brought out a bottle of Glenlivet, “just to tak’ off the wersh taste o’ the tea;” and Maggie, perceiving they had set down for a morning’s gossip and reminiscence, said, “I’ll awa’ up the beach a wee, friends. I hae a headache, and I’ll see if the wind will blow it awa’.”
No one opposed the proposition. She folded her plaid around her head and shoulders and went out. Then Janet Caird put down her tea cup, looked mournfully after her, sighed, and shook her head. Upon which, there was a general sigh, and a general setting down of tea cups, and a short, but eloquent silence.
“You’ll hae your ain adoo wi’ that self-willed lass, I’m feared, Mistress Caird.”
“‘Deed, Mistress Raith, she’s had o’er much o’ her ain way, and she is neither to rule, nor to reason wi’.”
“Davie Promoter is a wise-like lad; he did right to bring you here.”
“And nane too soon.”
“She’s sae setten up wi’ the fuss Maister Campbell made wi’ baith o’ them. Naething gude enough for Dave and Maggie Promoter. The best o’ teachers and nae less than Glasca College itsel’, for the lad—”
“My nephew Davie isna quite a common lad, Mistress Buchan. Dr. Balmuto gied him the books he needed. Think o’ that noo.”
“And the lass is a handsome lass. Maister Campbell thocht that. Angus just hated the sight o’ him, for he said he came between himsel’ and Maggie.”
“She wouldna hae the impudence to even hersel’ wi’ Maister Campbell, a man connectit wi’ the nobility, and just rollin’ in gowd and siller,” said Aunt Janet; drawing on her imagination for Mr. Campbell’s distinctions.