“Jamie may have seen another lass. I have heard say the lassies in America are gey bonnie.”
“I’ll just be stepping if you have nothing but frets and fears to say. When things go wrong, it is mostly because folks will have them wrong and no other way.”
“In this world, Mother, the giffs and the gaffs—”
“In this world, Christina, the giffs and the gaffs generally balance one another. And if they don’t,—mind what I say,—it is because there is a moral defect on the failing side. Oh! but women are flightersome and easy frighted.”
“Whyles you have fears yourself, Mother.”
“Ay, I am that foolish whyles; but I shall be a sick, weak body, when I can’t outmarch the worst of them.”
“You are just an oracle, Mother.”
“Not I; but if I was a very saint, I would say every morning of my life: ‘Now then, Soul, hope for good and have good.’ Many a sad heart folks get they have no need to have. Take out your needle and thimble and go to your wedding clothes, lassie; you will need them before the summer is over. You may take my word for that.”
“If Jamie should still love me.”
“Love you! He will be that far gone in love with you that there will be no help for him but standing up before the minister. That will be seen and heard tell of. Lift your white seam, and be busy at it; there is nothing else to do till tea time, and I am away for an hour or two to Maggie Buchans. Her man went to Edinburgh this morning. What for, I don’t know yet, but I’ll maybe find out.”