She lifted both bundles from the floor to the table. She untied and opened one, and displayed a large double shawl of a fine black and white check, saying:
“Now dee-ar Granny Lindsay, I know you love old Scotland, where your forefathers came from, and you would like any good thing that came from Scotland. Now, I brought this from Edinboro’ for you.”
“Did ’ee, dearie? How beautiful it is! How lovely and soft, and large, and warm it is! How kind and thoughtful it was of ’ee to bring it to the old woman! But that is nothing new. ’Ee was always good, my dearie. Now, I’ll tell ’ee how much I needed just such a shawl. My old gray woolen one is worn quite thin and threadbare. So ’ee sees how much good ’ee has done me, dearie.”
“Oh, Granny Lindsay, I feel so grateful to you for liking it so much. And look here—oh, I hope you will like these, too!” said the young girl, as she unrolled the other bundle and displayed a dress of shepherd’s cloth of a deep blue shade, and two woven underskirts of thick red flannel.
“Oh, dearie! What can I say to ’ee now for all ’ee gracious gifts? What? The old woman is almost dumb-struck, dearie, but her heart is full,” said the dame, in a voice very low, and trembling with the emotion that filled her aged eyes with tears.
“Do you like them? Will they make you more comfortable? Oh, I am so glad!”
“And here is something I got for David Lindsay. It is only a dozen Scotch pocket-handkerchiefs; but I have worked his name in the corners with my hair. Will you give them to him from his old playmate?”
“Yes, dearie, surely, if ’ee wishes it,” replied the dame, in a subdued and broken voice, for she could now refuse nothing to the affectionate girl who had remembered her, even in a foreign country, and brought home comforts for her age.
“And now, dee-ar Granny Lindsay, I must leave you. My half hour is up.”
“I wish ’ee could stay all day, dearie.”