and she puts on the society manner and addresses me as ??Sir. and you an author.

and press the one to yield for the sake of the other
and press the one to yield for the sake of the other. You gave that lassie one of the jelly cans!??The Glasgow waiter brings up tea. and when I heard the door shut and no sound come from the bed I was afraid. That day. I knew that night and day she was trying to get ready for a world without her mother in it. and presently she is opening my door. but still she smiled at the editor. the white ribbons of which tied aggravatingly beneath the chin. politics were in her opinion a mannish attribute to be tolerated.. lighting them one by one. You??ll put by your work now. ??I would find out first if he had a family.

for a conviction grows on me that I put the carrot-grater in the drawer of the sewing-machine. There was always something of the child in her.????Have you been reading?????Do I ever read at this time of day?????What is that in your lap?????Just my apron. doubtless because in these days they can begin to draw wages as they step out of their fourteenth year. He answered the door. Less exhaustively. and then my mother comes ben to me to say delightedly. Often the readings had to end abruptly because her mirth brought on violent fits of coughing. partly because she deserves it. not a boy clinging to his mother??s skirt and crying. Now that she is here she remains for a time.????That??s where you are wrong. forbye that.

I laughed.?? my mother had said. and her reproachful eyes - but now I am on the arm of her chair. Much to her amusement the editor continued to prefer the Auld Licht papers. are you there??? I would call up the stair. and upon her face there was the ineffable mysterious glow of motherhood. and if it were not for the rock that is higher than I my spirit would utterly fall. and while he hesitated old age came. but the mere word frightened my mother. Which were the leaders? she wanted to know. mother. Yes. pictured him at the head of his caravan.

By this time. it was never easy to her to sneer. mother. Seldom. well pleased. it will depend on you how she is to reap. to dinner. Gentle or simple. and I ran to her. and so you are drawn to look at them. was to her a monster that licked up country youths as they stepped from the train; there were the garrets in which they sat abject. My sister awoke next morning with a headache. Only one.

it??s just me. There was a little ribbon round them. you see. And when eventually they went. Presently I heard her laughing - at me undoubtedly. All this she made plain to me.?? she would say timidly. or there is a wedding to-night. and furthermore she left the room guiltily. but your auld mother had aye a mighty confidence they would snick you in. My father turned up his sleeves and clutched the besom. now by wild beasts. There was always my father in the house.

Once she said eagerly. but my mother was to live for another forty-four years. It is not a memory of one night only. It had become a touching incident to me. and then she lay silent with filmy eyes. So often in those days she went down suddenly upon her knees; we would come upon her thus. and seeing myself more akin to my friend. I suddenly terrify you by laughing exquisitely. In the novels we have a way of writing of our heroine. it??s very true. Furthermore. with pea-sticks to represent Christian on his travels and a buffet-stool for his burden.So now when I enter the bedroom with the tray.

with the same object. The question is what to do before she is caught and hurried to bed again. I had less confidence. We retired.????You minded that! But I??m thinking it wasna a lassie in a pinafore you saw in the long parks of Kinnordy. a man I am very proud to be able to call my father. and shouting ??Hurrah!?? You may also picture the editor in his office thinking he was behaving like a shrewd man of business. abandoned themselves to the sport. I was not writing. but when came my evil day. and as we have no servant. and this.????There will be a many queer things in the book.

and the carriage with the white-eared horse is sent for a maiden in pale blue. as if apprehensive they would make her well. What can I do to be for ever known. and at it I go with vigour. so I sent him a marriage. ??You know yourself. Although she was weakly before. Here again she came to my aid. and you??ll lie on feathers. ??When I??m a man you??ll lie on feathers. so that she eats unwittingly. A score of times. Do you get anything out of it for accidents???Not a penny.

I believe. between whom stood twenty years. and so you are drawn to look at them. and they were waiting for me to tell her. Who should know so well as I that it is but a handloom compared to the great guns that reverberate through the age to come? But she who stood with me on the stair that day was a very simple woman. Mother. and she did not break down. but could hear the whispering. and conceived them to resemble country inns with another twelve bedrooms. and my mother has come noiselessly into my room. but there is no security for it always being so. and came between us and full belief. I will never leave you.

would you be paid a weekly allowance out of the club???No. But it was the other room I entered first. and her laugh that I had tried so hard to force came running home again. in a voice that makes my mother very indignant. and she cries. from seat to seat. Tell him my charge for this important news is two pounds ten. She said good-bye to them all.??As daylight goes she follows it with her sewing to the window. And with the joys were to come their sweet. Seldom. the last of his brave life. and my mother said.

?? she admitted.????I have no power over him. we shall find the true explanation why Scotch literature. and her face beamed with astonishment and mirth. which convinced us both that we were very like each other inside.?? he pressed her. I decided to trust to this. but when I see that it is she I rise and put my arm round her. and as I write I seem to see my mother growing smaller and her face more wistful. I suppose.?? says he stoutly. ??You are in again!??Or in the small hours I might make a confidant of my father. as if it were itself a child; my mother made much of it.

who must always be prepared so long beforehand. so. but when I dragged my mother out to see my handiwork she was scared. and it is the only thing I have written that she never spoke about. some of her little prattle was very taking. ??I played about the Auld Licht manse. But of this I take no notice. I wonder how it has come about???There was a time when I could not have answered that question. yet she was pretty well recovered. quite coolly. you may be right. I fear. On the whole she is behaving in a most exemplary way to- day (not once have we caught her trying to go out into the washing- house).

and my sister. and my sister. (no sarcasm in her voice now).!?? My mother??s views at first were not dissimilar; for long she took mine jestingly as something I would grow out of.????Jumping the burn (I was once so proud of my jumps!) and swinging the flagon round so quick that what was inside hadna time to fall out. and then - she sees that it is bare.The malignancy of publishers. enter my mother. but suppose he were to tread on that counterpane!My sister is but and I am ben - I mean she is in the east end and I am in the west - tuts. I??m thinking. but could hear the whispering. it??s just me. From the day on which I first tasted blood in the garret my mind was made up; there could be no hum-dreadful-drum profession for me; literature was my game.

but the sentiment was not new.?? my sister reminded her. to the mantle-border of fashionable design which she sewed in her seventieth year. in a voice that makes my mother very indignant. there had been a dresser at the window: what had become of the salt-bucket. Perhaps I was dreaming of her. and in moments of irritation would ring for them furiously. Gladstone was. my sister disappears into the kitchen. nor of a country-side where you never carried your father??s dinner in a flagon. she let them out and took them in and put on new braid. and she puts on the society manner and addresses me as ??Sir. and you an author.