Ye winna be easy
to sair _(satisfy)_, haein had sae little o' 'im for sae lang!--Lea' them
there thegither, Maggie, my doo," he went on with infinite tenderness, "and
come and gie me a han' as sune as ye hae maskit the tay, and gotten a lof
o' white breid. I s' hae my parritch a bit later."
Maggie obeyed at once, and took Isy to the other end of the house, where
the soutar had long ago given up his bed to her and the baby.
When they had all breakfasted, the soutar and Maggie in the kitchen, and
Isy and the bairnie in the ben en', Maggie took her old place beside her
father, and for a long time they worked without word spoken.
"I doobt, father," said Maggie at length, "I haena been atten'in til ye
properly! I fear the bairnie 's been garrin me forget ye!"
"No a hair, dautie!" returned the soutar. "The needs o' the little are
stude aye far afore mine, and _had_ to be seen til first! And noo that we
hae the mither o' 'im, we'll get on faumous!--Isna she a fine cratur, and
richt mitherlike wi' the bairn? That was a' I was concernt aboot! We'll get
her story frae her or lang, and syne we'll ken a hantle better hoo to help
her on! And there can be nae fear but, atween you and me, and the Michty at
the back o' 's, we s' get breid eneuch for the quaternion o' 's!"
He laughed at the odd word as it fell from his mouth and the Acts of
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