He was broken, sad, and uncomforted.
A moment passed. The door was unlatched, and within stood the
Partaness, wiping her hands in her apron, and looking thunderous.
But when she saw who it was, her countenance and manner changed
utterly.
"Preserve's a'! Ye're a sicht for sair e'en, Maister MacPhail!" she
cried, holding out her hand, which the blind man took as if he saw
as well as she. "Come awa' but the hoose. Wow! but ye're walcome."
"She thanks your own self, Mistress Partan," said Duncan, as he
followed her in; "and her heart will pe thanking you for ta coot
welcome; and it will pe a long time since she'll saw you howefer."
"Noo, noo!" exclaimed Meg, stopping in the middle of her little
kitchen, as she was getting a chair for the old man, and turning
upon him to revive on the first possible chance what had been a
standing quarrel between them, "what can be the rizon 'at gars ane
like you, 'at never saw man or wuman i' yer lang life, the verra
meenute ye open yer mou', say it's lang sin' ye saw me. A mensefu'
body like you, Maister MacPhail, sud speyk mair to the p'int."
"Ton't you'll pe preaking her heart with ta one hand while you'll
pe clapping her head with ta other," said the piper. "Ton't be
taking her into your house to pe telling her she can't see. Is it
that old Tuncan is not a man as much as any woman in ta world, tat
you'll pe telling her she can't see? I tell you she can see, and
more tan you'll pe think.
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