"Eh, soutar, but ye _ir_ a man by Providence sair oppressed!" she cried.
"Wha think ye's been i' the faut here?"
The wrath of the soutar sprang up flaming.
"Gang oot o' my hoose, ye ill-thouchtit wuman!" he shouted. "Gang oot o' 't
this verra meenit--and comena intil 't again 'cep it be to beg my pardon
and that o' this gude wuman and my bonny lass here! The Lord God bless her
frae ill tongues!--Gang oot, I tell ye!"
The outraged father stood towering, whom all the town knew for a man of
gentlest temper and great courtesy. The woman stood one moment dazed and
uncertain, then turned and fled. Maggie retired with Mistress Cormack; and
when the soutar joined them, he said never a word about the discomfited
gossip. Eppie having taken her tea, rose and bade them good-night, nor
crossed another threshold in the village.
CHAPTER VI
As soon as the baby was asleep, Maggie went back to the kitchen where her
father still sat at work.
"Ye're late the night, father!" she said.
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