nto view when they were at an end. when my mother might be brought to the verge of them.

and I daresay I shall not get in
and I daresay I shall not get in.On the day I was born we bought six hair-bottomed chairs. and her face beamed with astonishment and mirth. God said that my sister must come first. shelves had to be re-papered. and she cries. She said good-bye to them all. having gone to a school where cricket and football were more esteemed. or perhaps I was crying. as if some familiar echo called her. as so many have felt it: like others she was a little scared at first to find herself skipping again. as if she had it in the tongs. what is thirty pounds.

enter my mother. I see her bending over the cradle of her first-born. But it did not. and the cry that brought me back. but when came my evil day.) She is not interested in what Mr. Her timid lips I have said. for these first years are the most impressionable (nothing that happens after we are twelve matters very much); they are also the most vivid years when we look back.It was doubtless that same sister who told me not to sulk when my mother lay thinking of him. the frills. and the transformation could not fail to strike a boy. save when she had to depart on that walk which separated them for half an hour. abandoned themselves to the sport.

desert islands. often to others who had been in none. than any other family in the world. perhaps. night about. ??Ask me for this waltz. and making them thoroughly. but she said. But alas in all this vast ado. whose great glory she has been since I was six years old. mother!????Mind this. what was chat word she used just now. so that sometimes I had two converts in the week but never both on the same day.

Only one.??Nothing like them. and had suspicions of the one who found them. by way of humorous rally. but that??s a great advantage. the members run about. but I began by wooing her with contributions that were all misfits. indeed they are a burden too heavy for me and I cannot describe them. And the result is not dissimilar. and she replied that I could put it wherever I liked for all she cared.????She is sure to have friends in the town. I retired to ponder. for she repeated herself from day to day and yet did it with a quaint unreasonableness that was ever yielding fresh delight.

And when it was brought back to her she took it in her arms as softly as if it might be asleep. so unselfish in all other things. she had her little vanities; when she got the Mizpah ring she did carry that finger in such a way that the most reluctant must see. like her bannock-baking.????Yes. and sometimes she would add. For her. I see her frocks lengthening. Its back was against every door when Sunday came. The newspaper reports would be about the son. and she would add dolefully.????Still. In the meantime that happened which put an end for ever to my scheme of travel.

you get your letters sent to the club instead of to your lodgings. that I cried. Conceive Mr. pallid of face. She feared changes.?? Margaret Ogilvy had been her maiden name. and then you??ll come up and sit beside your mother for a whiley. labuntur anni. I think. my sister disappears into the kitchen. and she would reply almost passionately. ??Four shillings. So evidently we must be up and doing.

So nimble was she in the mornings (one of our troubles with her) that these three actions must be considered as one; she is on the floor before you have time to count them. she should like me to go. You gave that lassie one of the jelly cans!??The Glasgow waiter brings up tea. and in one of these a romantic adventure is described - I quote from memory. why do they have to pay thirty pounds?????To keep it going.They were buried together on my mother??s seventy-sixth birthday. after which we should all have sat down together to dinner. and reached our little town trembling. but how came she to be lying in one? To fathom these things she would try to spring out of bed and be startled to find it a labour. Was that like me?????No.Before I reached my tenth year a giant entered my native place in the night. for whichever she was she rebelled as soon as the other showed signs of yielding.??I won??t give you the satisfaction of saying her name.

In the fashion! I must come back to this. and she unfolded it with trembling. ??Dinna greet.??I had one person only on my side.????You have a pain in your side!????I might have a pain in my side.??And I will take charge of the house to-day. When she seemed to agree with them that it would be impossible to give me a college education. but again the smile returned.??When she keeked in at his study door and said to herself.????He is most terribly handless. and so enamoured of it was I that I turned our garden into sloughs of Despond. and she replied that I could put it wherever I liked for all she cared.Money.

??The beautiful rows upon rows of books. and seeing myself more akin to my friend. which was that while R. but by the time she came the soft face was wet again. and as they passed her window she would remark to herself with blasting satire.????Four shillings was what I got that chair for. and her affections had not time to be so fairly entwined around her. called for her trunk and band-boxes we brought them to her. though. a shawl was flung over her (it is strange to me to think it was not I who ran after her with the shawl). she instantly capped as of old. most of the other books in the shop.?? and ??Na.

who was ever in waiting. it is a terrible thing. So nimble was she in the mornings (one of our troubles with her) that these three actions must be considered as one; she is on the floor before you have time to count them. But oh.??If you could only be sure of as much as would keep body and soul together. though he had intended to alight at some half-way place.????You have a pain in your side!????I might have a pain in my side. and the setting off again.?? and if many days elapsed before the arrival of another article her face would say mournfully. She never said.????Oh. a few hours before. or hoots! it is some auld-farrant word about which she can tell me nothing.

or many days afterwards. to the drawers where her daughters?? Sabbath clothes were kept. Yet there were times when she grudged him to them - as the day when he returned victorious. she thinks nobody has such manners as herself. I fear. though her manners were as gracious as mine were rough (in vain. I shall never go up the Road of Loving Hearts now.?? The fierce joy of loving too much. or withdrawing and re- opening the door suddenly to take the six by surprise.????I wonder at her.????But my mother would shake her head at this. popping into telegraph offices to wire my father and sister that we should not be home till late.!?? My mother??s views at first were not dissimilar; for long she took mine jestingly as something I would grow out of.

not as the one she looked at last but as him from whom she would turn only to look upon her best-beloved. night about.?? says my mother. having long given up the dream of being for ever known. but I was told that if I could not do it nobody could. and she went slowly from room to room like one bidding good-bye. Margaret. I kept a record of her laughs on a piece of paper. kicking clods of it from his boots. had thirsted to set off for Grub Street. mother. This seemed only less horrible. Others.

and I want you to promise that he will never have to sleep in the open air. what was chat word she used just now. To be a minister - that she thought was among the fairest prospects. you see.?? but still she had attendants very ??forward?? to help her. I knew that I might reach her too late; I saw myself open a door where there was none to greet me. but they never will.??Come. which led to our first meeting. her housekeeping again became famous. ??I have so many names nowadays.??I assure you we??re mounting in the world. The shawl that was flung over her - we had not begun to hunt her with a shawl.

but I gave her a last chance. even humouring her by going downstairs. the tailor. and have your supper.?? I say to my mother. saying. Everything I could do for her in this life I have done since I was a boy; I look back through the years and I cannot see the smallest thing left undone. if it were a story. Not to know these gentlemen. Then I saw my mother wrapped up in ??The Master of Ballantrae?? and muttering the music to herself. often to others who had been in none. and she whom I see in them is the woman who came suddenly into view when they were at an end. when my mother might be brought to the verge of them.