From that day forward Janet escorted Margaret to the house of her new friend every morning at the same hour.
Janet greatly missed her young companion, but she sat on in her solitude rejoicing in the thought that Margaret was gaining the instruction she so much desired her to obtain. As she span and span she turned in her mind various plans for supporting the children and for ultimately establishing them in life.
“Their claithes will soon be worn out. Donald is already too big for his, and though they may do for David for a few months longer, with patching and mending, I would na’ like to ha’ the poor boys pointed out by their school-mates as young gaberlunzies; and the siller I get for the yarn will only just pay the rent and find porridge for the bairns,” she thought to herself. “The Bible says that it is the duty of Christians to support the fatherless and widows. I would na’ beg for mysel’ while I ha’ got fingers to spin wee, but I maun nay let my pride stand in the way o’ the bairns. They maun be clothed and fed, so I need find out those who ha’ got the means, and gi’e them the privilege of helping the young orphans. The good lady, Mistress Galbraith, will look after Margaret, I ha’ little fear o’ that, but I canna let her ha’ the charge of the boys.”
Janet having made up her mind to act never lost time in setting about it. As yet she was unacquainted with the names of any of the people in the place, with the exception of Margaret’s new friend. This knowledge she had to gain; but, as she said to herself, “wi’ a tongue in her mouth, and lugs to listen wee, that was na’ a difficult matter.”
She first visited the few shops at which she dealt, and getting into conversation with the masters or mistresses, quickly gleaned from them some of the desired information. Having, with much acuteness, made up her mind as to those most likely to respond to her appeal, she went forth the next morning, having deposited Margaret with Mrs Galbraith, to commence the series of visits she proposed making.
The first was to Mr McTavish, the banker, an elder in the church, and a man much respected, she heard. He listened to her tale with his keen eyes fixed on her countenance. “You speak the truth,” he said at length, putting his hand in his pocket and drawing out his purse.
“Na, na, sir, I dinna want the siller,” said Janet. “If you ha’ a mind, sir, to gie a jacket or a pair of breeks to the minister’s son, or ony other article of dress ye think fit, I’ll be grateful, but I dinna come to beg. It must be a free gift on your part. I dinna want any man’s siller.”
The banker, somewhat amused at the good woman’s reply, promised to supply Donald with a new suit; and writing an order to his clothier, desired her to present it, and obtain what she wanted. Highly delighted with her success she took Donald in the evening to be measured for a suit, having first begged the master not to allow the boy to know how it was obtained.
“Its not that I would na’ wish him to be thankful, but it would be bad for him to feel that he is supported by charity. And I will pray for blessings on the head of the good gentleman, and the day may come when he is able to show that he is sensible of his kindness,” she observed.
The worthy clothier appreciated her motives. “You have another bairn, I understand, to look after,” he observed. “When he is in want of a suit let me know, and I will try what I can do for him.”