CHAPTER XIII.
CONCLUSION.
“Life’s a weary journey alane,
Blithe’s the road when we wend wi’ ither;
Mutual gi’ein’ is mutual gain,
Ae gude turn deserves anither.”
Jas. Ballantine.
AS my readers are more familiar with Mrs. Tait by her old name of Bell, it will be as well to hold to it in what little we have to add to these “bits;” for although she filled her new station as effectively as she did the old one, it is rather to wind up old matters than to enter upon new ones that she will now come before us.
“A FOUTH O’ AULD NICKNACKETS.”
Before the actual flitting from Knowe Park took place, Bell spent two or three busy days packing those things that required specially careful handling; for she was a walking inventory of all that the house contained, and knew the history of every article in it. An interesting volume of choice “bits” could easily be made up from her remarks and stories about many of the odds-and-ends that cast up, for she not only told the incidents with which they were associated, but often gave a sketch of the life-history of those they reminded her of, whilst all the time she kept cleverly packing on.