Murders > Tales for the farmers' ingle-neuk

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H ere, thought she, is a home, in which peace
and plenty seem to reign ; and yet these bles-
iaings, which I thought invaluable, will not be
sufficient to afford me any condort, irom the
more want of attention to the article ofcleanliness.
Of the two girls she could not judge favourably.
The elder appeared morose and sullen, and the
younger stupid and insensible. She was con-
tinned in her opinion by observing, that though
their mother had several times desired them to
go to the held For their father, neither of them
stirred a step.
“ Ye’ll gang, I ken, my dear,” said Mrs
MacClarty, addressing herself to the younger ;
“O ay, 1 ken ye’ll gang like agudebairn Jean.
Jean looked at her sister ; and Mrs Mac-
Clarty ashamed of their disobedience, but still
willing' to palliate the faults which her own in¬
dulgence had created ; said, ‘ that indeed they
never liked to leave her, poor things: they were
so bashful; hut that in time they would do weel
| enough.”
“ They will never do well, if they disobey their
mother,” said Mr Stewart, “you ought to teach
your children to obey you, Mrs MacClarty, for
their sakes as well as your own. Take my word
for it, that if you don’t, they, as well as you,
will suffer from the consequences. But come,
hoys, we shall go to the held ourselves, and see
how the farmer’s work goes on.”
Mrs MacClarty, glad of this proposal, went
to the door to point the v. ay. Having received
her directions, Mr Stewart pointing to the pool