Part 25 (2/2)

But this Mr. Cathro would not admit, for if he thought Tommy a numskull the one day he often saw cause to change his mind the next, so he answered guardedly, ”It's too soon to say, Aaron, for he has eighteen months' stuffing to undergo yet before we send him to Aberdeen to try his fortune, and I have filled some gey toom wimes in eighteen months.

But you must lend me a hand.”

The weaver considered, and then replied stubbornly, ”No, I give him his chance, but I'll have nocht to do wi' his use o't. And, dominie, I want you to say not another word to me about him atween this and examination time, for my mind's made up no to say a word to him. It's well kent that I'm no more fit to bring up bairns than to have them (dinna conter me, man, for the thing was proved lang syne at the Cuttle Well), and so till that time I'll let him gang his ain gait. But if he doesna carry a bursary, to the herding he goes. I've said it and I'll stick to it.”

So, as far as Aaron was concerned, Tommy was left in peace to the glory of collecting his winnings from those who had sworn by Cathro, and among them was Master Gavin Ogilvy Dishart, who now found himself surrounded by a debt of sixpence, a degrading position for the son of an Auld Licht minister.

Tommy would not give him time, but was willing to take his copy of ”Waverley” as full payment.

Gavin offered him ”Ivanhoe” instead, because his mother had given a read of ”Waverley” to Gavinia, Miss Ailie's servant, and she read so slowly, putting her finger beneath each word, that she had not yet reached the middle. Also, she was so enamoured of the work that she would fight anyone who tried to take it from her.

Tommy refused ”Ivanhoe,” as it was not about Jacobites, but suggested that Gavinia should be offered it in lieu of ”Waverley,” and told that it was a better story.

The suggestion came too late, as Gavinia had already had a loan of ”Ivanhoe,” and read it with rapture, inch by inch. However, if Tommy would wait a month, or--

Tommy was so eager to read more about the Jacobites that he found it trying to wait five minutes. He thought Gavin's duty was to get his father to compel Gavinia to give the book up.

Was Tommy daft? Mr. Dishart did not know that his son possessed these books. He did not approve of story books, and when Mrs. Dishart gave them to Gavin on his birthday she--she had told him to keep them out of his father's sight. (Mr. and Mrs. Dishart were very fond of each other, but there were certain little matters that she thought it unnecessary to trouble him about.)

So if Tommy was to get ”Waverley” at once, he must discover another way.

He reflected, and then set off to Miss Ailie's (to whom he still read sober works of an evening, but novels never), looking as if he had found a way.

For some time Miss Ailie had been anxious about her red-armed maid, who had never before given pain unless by excess of willingness, as when she offered her garter to tie Miss Ailie's parcels with. Of late, however, Gavinia had taken to blurting out disquieting questions, to the significance of which she withheld the key, such as--

”Is there ony place nowadays, ma'am, where there's tourniements? And could an able-bodied la.s.sie walk to them? and what might be the charge to win in?”

Or, ”Would you no like to be so michty beautiful, ma'am, that as soon as the men saw your bonny face they just up wi' you in their arms and ran?”

Or again, ”What's the heaviest weight o' a woman a grand l.u.s.ty man could carry in his arms as if she were an infant?”

This method of conveyance seemed to have a peculiar fascination for Gavinia, and she got herself weighed at the flesher's. On another occasion she broke a gla.s.s candlestick, and all she said to the pieces was, ”Wha carries me, wears me.”

This mystery was troubling the school-mistress sadly when Tommy arrived with the key to it. ”I'm doubting Gavinia's reading ill books on the sly,” he said.

”Never!” exclaimed Miss Ailie, ”she reads nothing but the _Mentor_.”

Tommy shook his head, like one who would fain hope so, but could not overlook facts. ”I've been hearing,” he said, ”that she reads books as are full o' Strokes and Words We have no Concern with.”

Miss Ailie could not believe it, but she was advised to search the kitchen, and under Gavinia's mattress was found the dreadful work.

”And you are only fifteen!” said Miss Ailie, eying her little maid sorrowfully.

”The easier to carry,” replied Gavinia, darkly.

”And you named after a minister!” Miss Ailie continued, for her maid had been christened Gavinia because she was the first child baptized in his church after the Rev. Gavin Dishart came to Thrums. ”Gavinia, I must tell him of this. I shall take this book to Mr. Dishart this very day.”

”The right man to take it to,” replied the maid, sullenly, ”for it's his ain.”

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