"I'll gang, sir," she went on, with sudden resolve "--
only, I pray ye, sir, mak speed, and tak me oot o' the sicht o'fowk!"
"Ay, ay, come awa; we s' hae ye oot o' this in a moment," answered Mr.
Robertson.--"Put the fine doon to me," he whispered to the inspector as
they passed him on their way out.
The man returned his nod, and took no further notice.
"I thoucht that was what would come o' 't!" he murmured to himself, looking
after them with a smile. But indeed he knew little of what was going to
come of it!
The good minister, whose heart was the teacher of his head, and who was not
ashamed either of himself or his companion, showed Isy into their little
breakfast-parlour, and running up the stair to his wife, told her he had
brought the woman home, and wanted her to come down at once. Mrs.
Robertson, who was dressing her one child, hurried her toilet, gave over
the little one to the care of her one servant, and made haste to welcome
the poor shivering night-bird, waiting with ruffled feathers below.
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