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The
table
was
laid
with
two
bowls
and
two
horn
spoons
,
but
the
same
single
measure
of
small
beer
.
Perhaps
my
eye
rested
on
this
particular
with
some
surprise
,
and
perhaps
my
uncle
observed
it
;
for
he
spoke
up
as
if
in
answer
to
my
thought
,
asking
me
if
I
would
like
to
drink
ale
--
for
so
he
called
it
.
I
told
him
such
was
my
habit
,
but
not
to
put
himself
about
.
"
Na
,
na
,
"
said
he
;
"
I
'll
deny
you
nothing
in
reason
.
"
He
fetched
another
cup
from
the
shelf
;
and
then
,
to
my
great
surprise
,
instead
of
drawing
more
beer
,
he
poured
an
accurate
half
from
one
cup
to
the
other
.
There
was
a
kind
of
nobleness
in
this
that
took
my
breath
away
;
if
my
uncle
was
certainly
a
miser
,
he
was
one
of
that
thorough
breed
that
goes
near
to
make
the
vice
respectable
.
When
we
had
made
an
end
of
our
meal
,
my
uncle
Ebenezer
unlocked
a
drawer
,
and
drew
out
of
it
a
clay
pipe
and
a
lump
of
tobacco
,
from
which
he
cut
one
fill
before
he
locked
it
up
again
.
Then
he
sat
down
in
the
sun
at
one
of
the
windows
and
silently
smoked
.
From
time
to
time
his
eyes
came
coasting
round
to
me
,
and
he
shot
out
one
of
his
questions
.
Once
it
was
,
"
And
your
mother
?
"
and
when
I
had
told
him
that
she
,
too
,
was
dead
,
"
Ay
,
she
was
a
bonnie
lassie
!
"
Then
,
after
another
long
pause
,
"
Whae
were
these
friends
o
'
yours
?
"
I
told
him
they
were
different
gentlemen
of
the
name
of
Campbell
;
though
,
indeed
,
there
was
only
one
,
and
that
the
minister
,
that
had
ever
taken
the
least
note
of
me
;
but
I
began
to
think
my
uncle
made
too
light
of
my
position
,
and
finding
myself
all
alone
with
him
,
I
did
not
wish
him
to
suppose
me
helpless
.
He
seemed
to
turn
this
over
in
his
mind
;
and
then
,
"
Davie
,
my
man
,
"
said
he
,
"
ye
've
come
to
the
right
bit
when
ye
came
to
your
uncle
Ebenezer
.
I
've
a
great
notion
of
the
family
,
and
I
mean
to
do
the
right
by
you
;
but
while
I
'm
taking
a
bit
think
to
mysel
'
of
what
's
the
best
thing
to
put
you
to
--
whether
the
law
,
or
the
meenistry
,
or
maybe
the
army
,
whilk
is
what
boys
are
fondest
of
--
I
wouldnae
like
the
Balfours
to
be
humbled
before
a
wheen
Hieland
Campbells
,
and
I
'll
ask
you
to
keep
your
tongue
within
your
teeth
.
Nae
letters
;
nae
messages
;
no
kind
of
word
to
onybody
;
or
else
--
there
's
my
door
.
"
"
Uncle
Ebenezer
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
've
no
manner
of
reason
to
suppose
you
mean
anything
but
well
by
me
.
For
all
that
,
I
would
have
you
to
know
that
I
have
a
pride
of
my
own
.
It
was
by
no
will
of
mine
that
I
came
seeking
you
;
and
if
you
show
me
your
door
again
,
I
'll
take
you
at
the
word
.
"
He
seemed
grievously
put
out
.
"
Hoots-toots
,
"
said
he
,
"
ca
'
cannie
,
man
--
ca
'
cannie
!
Bide
a
day
or
two
.
