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"But I thocht aye that ye were lookin' at Tibby o' the Hilltap," said the mistress.
"I was," said Thomas sententiously. He stroked his leg with one hand softly, as though it had been a cat's back.
Now, Tibby o' the Hilltap was the farmer's daughter, a belle among the bachelors, but one who had let so many lads pa.s.s her by, that she was thought to be in danger of missing a down-sefting after all. But Tammock had long been faithful.
"I'll gang nae mair to yon toun," said Tammock.
"Hoots, haivers!" (this was Mistress M'Quhirr's favourite expression); "an' what for no'? What said she, Tammock, to turn you frae the Hilltap?"
"She said what settled me," said Tammock a little sadly. "I'm thinkin'
there's nocht left for't but to tak' Bell Mulwhulter, that has been my housekeeper, as ye ken, for twenty year. But gin I do mak' up my mind to that, it'll be a heartbreak that I didna do it twenty year since. It wad hae saved expense."
"'Deed, I'm nane so sure o' that," said the goodwife, listening with one ear c.o.c.ked to the m.u.f.fled laughter in the boys' sleeping-room.
"Thae loons are no' asleep yet," said she, lifting an old flat-heeled slipper and disappearing.
There was a sharp _slap-slapping_ for a minute, mixed with cries of "Oh, mither, it was Alec!" "No, mither, it was Rob!"
Mary appeared at the door presently, breathing as she did when she had half done with the kirning. She set the slipper in the corner to be ready to her hand in case of further need.
"Na, na, Ayrs.h.i.+reman," she said; "it's maybe time aneuch as it is for you to marry Bell Mulwhulter. It's sma' savin' o' expense to bring up a rachle o' bairns."
"Dod, woman, I never thocht a' that," said Tammock. "It's maybe as weel as it is."
"Ay, better a deal. Let weel alane," said the mistress.
"I doot I'll hae to do that ony way noo," said Tammock.
"But what said Tibby o' the Hilltap to ye, Tammock, that ye gied up thochts o' her sae sudden-like?"
"Na, I can tell that to naebody," he said at last.
"Hoots, haivers!" said the wife, who wanted very much to know. "Ye ken that it'll gang nae farder."
"Aweel," said Tammock, "I'll tell ye."
And this he had intended to do from the first, as we knew, and he knew that we knew it. But the rules of the game had to be observed. There was something of a woman's round-the-corner ways about Tammock all his days, and that was the way he got on so well with them as a general rule--though Tibby o' the Hilltap had given him the go-by, as we were presently to hear.
"The way o't was this," began Tammock, putting a red doit of peat into the bowl of his pipe and squinting down at it with one eye shut to see that it glowed. "I had been payin' my respects to Tibby up at the Hilltap off and on for a year or twa--"
"Maistly on," said my wife. Tammock paid no attention.
"Tibby didna appear to mislike it to ony extent. She was fond o' caa'in'
the crack, an' I was wullin' that she should miscaa' me as muckle as she likit--for I'm no' yin o' your crouse, conceity young chaps to be fleyed awa' wi' a gibe frae a la.s.sie."
"Ye never war that a' the days o' ye, Tammock!" said the mistress.
"Ay, ye are beginnin' to mind noo, mistress," said Tammas dryly. "Weel, the nicht afore last I gaed to the Hilltap to see Tibby, an' as usual there was a lad or twa in the kitchen, an' the crack was gaun screevin'
roond. But I can tak' my share in that," continued Tammas modestly, "so we fell on to the banter.
"Tibby was knitting at a reid pirnie[4] for her faither; but, of course, I let on that it was for her guidman, and wanted her to tak' the size o'
my held so that she micht mak' it richt.
[Footnote 4: Night-cap.]
"'It'll never be on the pow o' an Ayrs.h.i.+re drover,' says she, snell as the north wind.
"'An' what for that?' says I.
"'The yairn 's owre dear,' says Tibby. 'It cost twa baskets o' mushrooms in Dumfries market!'
"'An' what price paid ye for the mushrooms that the airn should be owre dear?' said I.
"'Ou, nocht ava,' says Tibby. 'I juist gat them whaur the Ayrs.h.i.+re drover gat the coo. I fand them in a field!'
"Then everybody _haa-haa_ed with laughing. She had me there, I wull alloo--me that had been a drover," said Tammas Thackanraip.
"But that was naething to discourage ye, Tammock," said I. "That was juist her bit joke."
"I ken--I ken," said Tammock; "but hand a wee--I'm no' dune yet. So after they had dune laughin', I telled them o' the last man that was hangit at the Gra.s.smarket o' Edinburgh. There was three c.o.o.nts in the dittay against him: first, that he was fand on the king's highway withoot due cause; second, he wan'ered in his speech; and, thirdly, he owned that he cam' frae Gallowa'.
"This kind o' squared the reckoning, but it hadna the success o' the Ayrs.h.i.+reman and the coo, for they a' belonged to Gallowa' that was in the kitchen,"
"'Deed, an' I dinna see muckle joke in that last mysel'," said my wife, who also belonged to Galloway.
"And I'll be bound neither did the poor lad in the Gra.s.smarket!" I put in, edgeways, taking my legs down off the jambs, for the peats had burned up, and enough is as good as a feast.
Then Tammas was silent for a good while, smoking slowly, taking out his pipe whiles and looking at the shank of it in a very curious manner.
I knew that we were coming to the kernel of the story now.
"So the nicht slippit on," continued the narrator, "an' the lads that had to be early up in the morning gaed awa yin by yin, an' I was left my lane wi' Tibby. She was gaun aboot here an' there gey an' brisk, clatterin' dishes an' reddin' corners.
"'Hae a paper an' read us some o' the news, gin ye hae nocht better to say,' said she.
"She threw me a paper across the table that I kenned for Maxwell's by the crunkle o' the sheets.
"I ripit a' my pooches, yin after the ither.
"'I misdoot I maun hae comed awa' withoot my specs, Tibby,' says I at last, when I could come on them nowhere.
"So we talked a bit langer, and she screeved aboot, pittin' things into their places.
"'It's a fine nicht for gettin' hame,' she says, at the hinder end.
"This was, as ye may say, something like a hint, but I was determined to hae it oot wi' her that nicht. An' so I had, though no' in the way I had intended exactly.
"'It _is_ a fine nicht,' says I; 'but I ken by the pains in the sma' o'
my back that it's gaun to be a storm.'