“It brings to my min’ the words o’ the apostle—‘Noo I say, that the heir, sae lang as he’s but a bairn, differeth naething frae a servan’, though he be lord o’ a’.’ Eh, Cosmo, but the word admits o’ curious illustration!”
Cosmo set the horse, as soon as he had done giving him his supper of diamonds, again in his old stall, and replaced the stones that had shut him in as well as he could. Then he wedged up the door, and having nothing to make paste, glued the paper again to the wall which it had carried with it. He next sought the kitchen and Grizzie.
CHAPTER LVI.
MR. BURNS.
“Grizzie,” he said, “I’m gaein’ a lang tramp the morn, an’ I’ll need a great poochfu’ o’ cakes.”
“Eh, sirs! An’ what’s takin’ ye frae hame this time, sir?” returned Grizzie.
“I’m no gaein’ to tell ye the nicht, Grizzie. It’s my turn to hae a secret noo! But ye ken weel it’s lang sin’ there’s been onything to be gotten by bidin’ at hame.”
“Eh, but, sir! ye’re never gaein’ to lea’ the laird! Bide an’ dee wi’ him, sir.”
“God bless ye, Grizzie! Hae ye ony baubees?”
“Ay; what for no! I hae sax shillin’s, fower pennies, an’ a baubee fardin’!” answered Grizzie, in the tone of a millionaire.
“Weel, ye maun jist len’ me half a croon o’ ’t.”