Stories by English Authors: Scotland
The Courting of T'nowhead's Bell J. M. Barrie
"The Heather Lintie" S. R. Crockett
A Doctor of the Old School Ian Maclaren
Wandering Willie's Tale Sir Walter Scott
The Glenmutchkin Railway Professor Aytoun Thrawn
Janet R. L. Stevenson
Approx. 39,312 words.
kle Friday.
"Hae, Bell," said Sanders, handing the bag to Bell in an offhand way as if it were but a trifle. Nevertheless he was a little excited, for he went off without saying good-night.
No one spoke. Bell's face was crimson. T'nowhead fidgeted on his chair, and Lisbeth looked at Sam'l. The weaver was strangely calm and collected, though he would have liked to know whether this was a proposal.
"Sit in by to the table, Sam'l," said Lisbeth, trying to look as if things were as they had been before.
She put a saucerful of butter, salt, and pepper near the fire to melt, for melted butter is the shoeing-horn that helps over a meal of potatoes. Sam'l, however, saw what the hour required, and, jumping up, he seized his bonnet.
"Hing the tatties higher up the joist, Lisbeth," he said, with dignity; "I'se be back in ten meenits."
He hurried out of the house, leaving the others looking at each other.
"What do ye think?" asked Lisbeth.
"I d'na kin," faltered Bel