"I am that, lassie; but ye see I canna luik for muckle help frae you for
some time: ye'll hae eneuch to dee wi' that bairn o' yours; and we hae him
to fen for noo as weel's oorsels! No 'at I hae the least concern aboot the
bonny white raven, only we maun consider _him_ like the lave!" "It's
little he'll want for a whilie, father!" answered Maggie. "--But noo," she
went on, in a tone of seriousness that was almost awe, "lat me hear what
ye're thinkin:--what kin' o' a mither could she be that left her bairn
theroot i' the wide, eerie nicht? and what for could she hae dene 't?"
"She maun hae been some puir lassie that hadna learnt to think first o' His
wull! She had believt the man whan he promised to merry her, no kennin he
was a leear, and no heedin the v'ice inside her that said _ye maunna_; and
sae she loot him dee what he likit wi' her, and mak himsel the father o' a
bairnie that wasna meant for him. Sic leeberties as he took wi' her, and
she ouchtna to hae permittit, made a mither o' her afore ever she was
merried.
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