His wife gave him no answer. She seemed scarce to have heard the
interruption. But Winsome went across and pulled the heavy plaid
gently off her grandfather's shoulder. Then she stood quietly by
him with one hand upon his head and with the other she gently
stroked his brow. A milder light grew in his dull eye, and he put
up his hand uncertainly as if to take hers.

"But what for should I be takin' delicht in speakin' o' thae auld
unsanctified regardless days," said her grandmother, "that 'tis
mony a year since I hae ta'en ony pleesure in thinkin' on? Gae
wa', ye hempie that ye are!" she cried, turning with a sudden and
uncalled-for sparkle of temper on her granddaughter; "There's nae
time an' little inclination in this hoose for yer flichty
conversation. I wonder muckle that yer thouchts are sae set on the
vanities o' young men. And such are all that delight in them." She
went on somewhat irrelevantly, "Did not godly Maister Cauldsowans
redd up [settle] the doom o' such--'all desirable young men riding
upon horses--'"

"An' I'll gae redd up the dairy, an' kirn the butter, grannie!"
said Winsome Charteris, breaking in on the flow of her
grandmother's reproaches.





CHAPTER V.