The Lammas Foy
seen a attrie mund comin' oot o' da laek o dis.’
“‘Du shörly minds eer-fern-yer,’ says Tammy, ‘aboot dis sam' time, whin da men o' Braken cam' vaan o' dir tows, an' wir nearly misförn takin' da String o' da Braagie.’
“‘I mind dat weel enouch, an' fur my pairt, I widna gaeng oot ower da door da day, bit Maans, sent me wird ta come ta da lodge—be-me-sang, sees du yon whillie rowin' ower da pöl. It's no anidder ene bit wir men comin', sae I'll awa' in an' mak' upo' me.’
“Whin I comes in my midder wis döne wi' kirnin'. Says sho: ‘Boy, du wis in a roos whin du raise. Wha's yon du's been laugin wi'?’ ‘It wis Tammy o' da Nort'ouse. He's no gaein' aff da day.’ ‘Sae is he wise,’ says mam. ‘Dy oot-gaein' 'ill gie me a sair haert, as mony a ene I'm haed afore. Bit Gude hadd His haand ower dee, an' sae I hoop He will.’
“I telt my midder da draem I haed
