ADVENTURE XLII.
MUCKLE ALICK CONSIDERS.
"Noo that the collyshangie's dune," quoth Mirren Douglas, "ye micht gie us a word o' advice what we should do wi' the bairns. But come oot by. They are a' to their beds doon the hoose. And we can be takin' a look at the blossoms as we gang."
"We are to plant cabbage here next year, Mistress Fraser says!" cried Muckle Alick.
"Havers!" said his wife. But Mistress Fraser gave Alick a look which said as plain as print, "Have you not had enough?"
"Heard ye what the name o' the puir wandering things might be?" asked Mistress Fraser.
"Aye," said Mirren, briskly, "I hae heard a' aboot it. Their name is Kavannah. Their faither gaed awa' to Liverpool a whilie since to seek wark. And the bairns has left their mither in Edinburgh to seek their faither. And I judge their mither is a gye ill yin."
"Did she tell ye that?" asked Muckle Alick, quickly.
"Na, but I jalloused it!"[5] said his wife.
"And hoo in the world could ye jallouse sic a thing as that?" said he.