“They let you see her, and they tell her she shall na come. She will see ta young Mackhai.”
He said this menacingly, as if Max were one of those who kept him away.
“But he is very ill.”
“Scoodrach tid not make her ill.”
“No, of course not; but go now, there’s a good fellow. You’ll see him as soon as he’s better.”
“She wants to see her the noo,” growled the lad sullenly; “and she tries to keep her away.”
“Nothing of the kind! Why, I tell you every morning how he is.”
“Yes, but she wants to see hersel’. She’s going to tie, and they wadna let her come oop.”
“Kenneth is not going to die; he’s much better.”
“She wants to see for hersel’.”