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'Weel, tak care o' her, as ye wad o' yer ain sel', mem,' he said, yielding.

He was now much better, and before he had been two minutes in the open air, insisted that he was quite well.When they reached Captain Forsyth's garden he again held out his hands for his violin.

'No, no,' said his new friend.'You wouldn't have Betty see you like that, would you?'

'No, mem; but I'll put in the fiddle at my ain window, and she sanna hae a chance o' seein' 't,' answered Robert, not understanding her;for though he felt a good deal of pain, he had no idea what a dreadful appearance he presented.

'Don't you know that you have a wound on your head?' asked Miss St.

John.

'Na! hev I?' said Robert, putting up his hand.'But I maun gang--there's nae help for 't,' he added.--'Gin I cud only win to my ain room ohn Betty seen me!--Eh! mem, I hae blaudit (spoiled) a' yer bonny goon.That's a sair vex.'

'Never mind it,' returned Miss St.John, smiling.'It is of no consequence.But you must come with me.I must see what I can do for your head.Poor boy!'

'Eh, mem! but ye are kin'! Gin ye speik like that ye'll gar me greit.Naebody ever spak' to me like that afore.Maybe ye kent my mamma.Ye're sae like her.'

This word mamma was the only remnant of her that lingered in his speech.Had she lived he would have spoken very differently.They were now walking towards the house.

'No, I did not know your mamma.Is she dead?'

'Lang syne, mem.And sae they tell me is yours.'

'Yes; and my father too.Your father is alive, I hope?'

Robert made no answer.Miss St.John turned.

The boy had a strange look, and seemed struggling with something in his throat.She thought he was going to faint again, and hurried him into the drawing-room.Her aunt had not yet left her room, and her uncle was out.

'Sit down,' she said--so kindly--and Robert sat down on the edge of a chair.Then she left the room, but presently returned with a little brandy.'There,' she said, offering the glass, 'that will do you good.'

'What is 't, mem?'

'Brandy.There's water in it, of course.'

'I daurna touch 't.Grannie cudna bide me to touch 't,'

So determined was he, that Miss St.John was forced to yield.

Perhaps she wondered that the boy who would deceive his grandmother about a violin should be so immovable in regarding her pleasure in the matter of a needful medicine.But in this fact I begin to see the very Falconer of my manhood's worship.

'Eh, mem! gin ye wad play something upo' her,' he resumed, pointing to the piano, which, although he had never seen one before, he at once recognized, by some hidden mental operation, as the source of the sweet sounds heard at the window, 'it wad du me mair guid than a haill bottle o' brandy, or whusky either.'

'How do you know that?' asked Miss St.John, proceeding to sponge the wound.

''Cause mony's the time I hae stud oot there i' the street, hearkenin'.Dooble Sanny says 'at ye play jist as gin ye war my gran'father's fiddle hersel', turned into the bonniest cratur ever God made.'

'How did you get such a terrible cut?'

She had removed the hair, and found that the injury was severe.

The boy was silent.She glanced round in his face.He was staring as if he saw nothing, heard nothing.She would try again.

'Did you fall? Or how did you cut your head?'

'Yes, yes, mem, I fell,' he answered, hastily, with an air of relief, and possibly with some tone of gratitude for the suggestion of a true answer.

'What made you fall?'

Utter silence again.She felt a kind of turn--I do not know another word to express what I mean: the boy must have fits, and either could not tell, or was ashamed to tell, what had befallen him.

Thereafter she too was silent, and Robert thought she was offended.

Possibly he felt a change in the touch of her fingers.

'Mem, I wad like to tell ye,' he said, 'but I daurna.'

'Oh! never mind,' she returned kindly.

'Wad ye promise nae to tell naebody?'

'I don't want to know,' she answered, confirmed in her suspicion, and at the same time ashamed of the alteration of feeling which the discovery had occasioned.

An uncomfortable silence followed, broken by Robert.

'Gin ye binna pleased wi' me, mem,' he said, 'I canna bide ye to gang on wi' siccan a job 's that.'

How Miss St.John could have understood him, I cannot think; but she did.

'Oh! very well,' she answered, smiling.'Just as you please.

Perhaps you had better take this piece of plaster to Betty, and ask her to finish the dressing for you.'

Robert took the plaster mechanically, and, sick at heart and speechless, rose to go, forgetting even his bonny leddy in his grief.

'You had better take your violin with you,' said Miss St.John, urged to the cruel experiment by a strong desire to see what the strange boy would do.

He turned.The tears were streaming down his odd face.They went to her heart, and she was bitterly ashamed of herself.

'Come along.Do sit down again.I only wanted to see what you would do.I am very sorry,' she said, in a tone of kindness such as Robert had never imagined.