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"
I
confess
,
sir
,
"
said
I
,
"
when
I
was
told
that
I
had
kinsfolk
well-to-do
,
I
did
indeed
indulge
the
hope
that
they
might
help
me
in
my
life
.
But
I
am
no
beggar
;
I
look
for
no
favours
at
your
hands
,
and
I
want
none
that
are
not
freely
given
.
For
as
poor
as
I
appear
,
I
have
friends
of
my
own
that
will
be
blithe
to
help
me
.
"
"
Hoot-toot
!
"
said
Uncle
Ebenezer
,
"
dinnae
fly
up
in
the
snuff
at
me
.
We
'll
agree
fine
yet
.
And
,
Davie
,
my
man
,
if
you
're
done
with
that
bit
parritch
,
I
could
just
take
a
sup
of
it
myself
.
Ay
,
"
he
continued
,
as
soon
as
he
had
ousted
me
from
the
stool
and
spoon
,
"
they
're
fine
,
halesome
food
--
they
're
grand
food
,
parritch
.
"
He
murmured
a
little
grace
to
himself
and
fell
to
.
"
Your
father
was
very
fond
of
his
meat
,
I
mind
;
he
was
a
hearty
,
if
not
a
great
eater
;
but
as
for
me
,
I
could
never
do
mair
than
pyke
at
food
.
"
He
took
a
pull
at
the
small
beer
,
which
probably
reminded
him
of
hospitable
duties
,
for
his
next
speech
ran
thus
:
"
If
ye
're
dry
ye
'll
find
water
behind
the
door
.
"
To
this
I
returned
no
answer
,
standing
stiffly
on
my
two
feet
,
and
looking
down
upon
my
uncle
with
a
mighty
angry
heart
.
He
,
on
his
part
,
continued
to
eat
like
a
man
under
some
pressure
of
time
,
and
to
throw
out
little
darting
glances
now
at
my
shoes
and
now
at
my
home-spun
stockings
.
Once
only
,
when
he
had
ventured
to
look
a
little
higher
,
our
eyes
met
;
and
no
thief
taken
with
a
hand
in
a
man
's
pocket
could
have
shown
more
lively
signals
of
distress
.
This
set
me
in
a
muse
,
whether
his
timidity
arose
from
too
long
a
disuse
of
any
human
company
;
and
whether
perhaps
,
upon
a
little
trial
,
it
might
pass
off
,
and
my
uncle
change
into
an
altogether
different
man
.
From
this
I
was
awakened
by
his
sharp
voice
.
"
Your
father
's
been
long
dead
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Three
weeks
,
sir
,
"
said
I.
"
He
was
a
secret
man
,
Alexander
--
a
secret
,
silent
man
,
"
he
continued
.
"
He
never
said
muckle
when
he
was
young
.
He
'll
never
have
spoken
muckle
of
me
?
"
"
I
never
knew
,
sir
,
till
you
told
it
me
yourself
,
that
he
had
any
brother
.
"
"
Dear
me
,
dear
me
!
"
said
Ebenezer
.
"
Nor
yet
of
Shaws
,
I
dare
say
?
"
