returned Robert. ‘I maun jist lippen (trust) to ye, Sanders. I canna bide langer the nicht; but maybe ye’ll tell me hoo to haud her the neist time ‘at I come—will ye?’
‘That I wull, Robert, come whan ye like. An’ gin ye come o’ ane ‘at cud play this fiddle as this fiddle deserves to be playt, ye’ll do me credit.’
‘Ye min’ what that sumph Lumley said to me the ither nicht, Sanders, aboot my grandfather?’
‘Ay, weel eneuch. A dish o’ drucken havers!’
‘It was true eneuch aboot my great-grandfather, though.’
‘No! Was’t railly?’
‘Ay. He was the best piper in ‘s regiment at Culloden. Gin they had a’ fouchten as he pipit, there wad hae been anither tale to tell. And he was toon-piper forby, jist like you, Sanders, efter they took frae him a’ ‘at he had.’
‘Na! heard ye ever the like o’ that! Weel, wha wad hae thocht it? Faith! we maun hae you fiddle as weel as yer lucky-daiddy pipit.—But here’s the King o’ Bashan comin’ efter his butes, an’ them no half dune yet!’ exclaimed Dooble Sanny, settling in haste to his awl and his lingel (Fr. ligneul). ‘He’ll be roarin’ mair like a bull o’ the country than the king o’ ‘t.’
As Robert departed, Peter Ogg came in, and as he passed the window, he heard the shoemaker averring:
‘I haena risen frae my stule sin’ ane o’clock; but there’s a sicht to be dune to them, Mr. Ogg.’
Indeed, Alexander ab Alexandro, as Mr. Innes facetiously styled him, was in more ways than one worthy of the name of Dooble. There seemed to be two natures in the man, which all his music had not yet been able to blend.
CHAPTER X. ANOTHER DISCOVERY IN THE GARRET
Little did Robert dream of the reception that awaited him at home. Almost as soon as he had left the house, the following events began to take place.
The mistress’s bell rang, and Betty ‘gaed benn the hoose to see what she cud be wantin’,’ whereupon a conversation ensued.
‘Wha was that at the door, Betty?’ asked Mrs. Falconer; for Robert had not shut the door so carefully as he ought, seeing that the deafness of his grandmother was of much the same faculty as her blindness.
Had Robert not had a hold of Betty by the forelock of her years, he would have been unable to steal any liberty at all. Still Betty had a conscience, and although she would not offend Robert if she could help it, yet she would not lie.
‘’Deed, mem, I canna jist distinckly say ‘at I heard the door,’ she answered.
‘Whaur’s Robert?’ was her next question.
‘He’s generally up the stair aboot this hoor, mem—that is, whan he’s no i’ the parlour at ‘s lessons.’
‘What gangs he sae muckle up the stair for, Betty, do ye ken? It’s something by ordinar’ wi’ ‘m.’
‘’Deed I dinna ken, mem. I never tuik it into my heid to gang considerin’ aboot it. He’ll hae some ploy o’ ‘s ain, nae doobt. Laddies will be laddies, ye ken, mem.’
‘I doobt, Betty, ye’ll be aidin’ an’ abettin’. An’ it disna become yer years, Betty.’
‘My years are no to fin’ faut wi’, mem. They’re weel eneuch.’
‘That’s naething to the pint, Betty. What’s the laddie aboot?’
‘Do ye mean whan he gangs up the stair, mem?’
‘Ay. Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean.’
‘Weel, mem, I tell ye I dinna ken. An’ ye never heard me tell ye a lee sin’ ever I was i’ yer service, mem.’
‘Na, nae doonricht. Ye gang aboot it an’ aboot it, an’ at last ye come sae near leein’ that gin ye spak anither word, ye wad be at it; and it jist fleys (frights) me frae speirin’ ae ither question at ye. An’ that’s hoo ye win oot o’ ‘t. But noo ‘at it’s aboot my ain oye (grandson), I’m no gaein’ to tyne (lose) him to save a woman o’ your years, wha oucht to ken better; an sae I’ll speir at ye, though ye suld be driven to lee like Sawtan himsel’.—What’s he aboot whan he gangs up the stair? Noo!’
‘Weel, as sure’s deith, I dinna ken. Ye drive me to sweirin’, mem, an’ no to leein’.’
‘I carena. Hae ye no idea aboot it, than, Betty?’
‘Weel, mem, I think sometimes he canna be weel, and maun hae a tod (fox) in ‘s stamack, or something o’ that nater. For what he eats is awfu’. An’ I think whiles he jist gangs up the stair to eat at ‘s ain wull.’
‘That jumps wi’ my ain observations, Betty. Do ye think he micht hae a rabbit, or maybe a pair o’ them, in some boxie i’ the garret, noo?’
‘And what for no, gin he had, mem?’
‘What for no? Nesty stinkin’ things! But that’s no the pint. I aye hae to haud ye to the pint, Betty. The pint is, whether he has rabbits or no?’
‘Or guinea-pigs,’ suggested Betty.
‘Weel.’
‘Or maybe a pup or twa. Or I kent a laddie ance ‘at keepit a haill faimily o’ kittlins. Or maybe he micht hae a bit lammie. There was an uncle o’ min’ ain—’
‘Haud yer tongue, Betty! Ye hae ower muckle to say for a’ the sense there’s intil ‘t.’
‘Weel, mem, ye speirt questions at me.’
‘Weel, I hae had eneuch o’ yer answers, Betty. Gang and tell Robert to come here direckly.’
Betty went, knowing perfectly that Robert had gone out, and returned with the information. Her mistress searched her face with a keen eye.
‘That maun hae been himsel’ efter a’ whan ye thocht ye hard the door gang,’ said Betty.
‘It’s a strange thing that I suld hear him benn here wi’ the door steekit, an’ your door open at the verra door-cheek o’ the ither, an’ you no hear him, Betty. And me sae deif as weel!’
‘’Deed, mem,’ retorted Betty, losing her temper a little, ‘I can be as deif ‘s ither fowk mysel’ whiles.’
When Betty grew angry, Mrs. Falconer invariably grew calm, or, at least, put her temper out of sight. She was silent now, and continued silent till Betty moved to return to her kitchen, when she said, in a tone of one who had just arrived at an important resolution:
‘Betty, we’ll jist awa’ up the stair an’ luik.’
‘Weel, mem, I hae nae objections.’
‘Nae objections! What for suld you or ony ither body hae ony objections to me gaein’ whaur I like i’ my ain hoose? Umph!’ exclaimed Mrs. Falconer, turning and facing her maid.
‘In coorse, mem. I only meant I had nae objections to gang wi’ ye.’
‘And
