“You’ll be far mistaken, Mother. I am not expecting Jamie for more than two or three trips—but he’ll be thinking of me, and I can not help thinking of him.”
“Think away, Christina. Loving thoughts keep out others, not as good. I wonder how it would do to walk as far as Largo, and find out all about the marriage from Griselda Kilgour. Then I would have the essentials, and something worth telling and talking about.”
“I would go, Mother. Griselda will be thirsty to tell all she knows, and just distracted with the glory of her niece. She will hold herself very high, no doubt.”
“Griselda and her niece are two born fools, and I am not to be put to the wall by the like of them. And it is not beyond hoping, that I’ll be able to give the woman a mouthful of sound advice. She’s a set-up body, but I shall disapprove of all she says.”
“You may disapprove till you are black in the face, Mother, but Griselda will hold her own; she is neither flightersome, nor easy frightened. I’m feared it is going to rain. I see the glass has fallen.”
“I’m not minding the ‘glass’. The sky is clear, and I think far more of the sky, and the look of it, than I do of the ‘glass’. I wonder at Andrew hanging it in our house; it is just sinful and unlucky to be taking the change of the weather out of His hands. But rain or fine, I am going to Largo.”
As she spoke, she was taking out of her kist a fine Paisley shawl and a bonnet, and with Christina’s help she was soon dressed to her own satisfaction. Fortunately one of the fishers was going with his cart to Largo, so she got a lift over the road, and reached Griselda Kilgour’s early in the afternoon. There were no bonnets and caps in the window of the shop, and when Janet entered, the place had a covered-up, Sabbath-day look that kindled her curiosity. The ringing of the bell quickly brought Mistress Kilgour forward, and she also had an unusual look. But she seemed pleased to see Janet, and very heartily asked her into the little parlour behind.
“I’m just home,” she said, “and I’m making myself a cup of tea ere I sort up the shop and get to my day’s work again. Sit down, Janet, and take off your things, and have a cup with me. Strange days and strange doings in them lately!”
“You may well lift up your eyes and your hands, Griselda. I never heard tell of the like. The whole village is in a flustration; and I just came o’er-by, to find out from you the long and the short of everything. I’m feared you have been sorely put about with the wilful lass.”
“Mistress Braelands had no one to lippen to but me. I had everything to look after. The Master of Braelands was that far gone in love, he wasn’t to be trusted with anything. But my niece has done a good job for herself.”