Which of the little black figures running on in front of the car was the
mother's treasure? Henry was up to as many pranks as ever, but now he
had a quiet friend to restrain him, and his mother and the parish were
very glad of it.
"Dear mistress, thon's a settled wee fellow, thon McGregor: he's the
quare wise guide for we'er ain wichel." Thus spoke Jack Dunn when the
holidays drew near an end. "Fleech him to come back."
"There is no need to urge him, Jack," replied his mistress, smiling; "he
is very anxious to visit us again."
"Weel-a-weel, ma'am, I never tould you how Master Henry blew up the
sexton wi' his crackers, twa nights afore he went to school--"
"Never, Jack!"
"Na, na! Jack wadna be for vexin' you an' his reverence. Master Henry
an' Mat, the herd, let off fireworks outside the sexton's door, an' him
an' the wife, an' the sisters an' the grannie jumpin' out o' their beds,
an' runnin' about the house, thinkin' the Judgment Day was come, an'
maybe that the Old Enemy was come for them--"
"Oh, Jack, hush; how terrible! Think what you are saying."
"Nae word o' lie, mistress. The sexton was in a quare rage, an' the
grannie lay for three weeks wi' the scare. It was hushed up becase there
isna a soul in the parish wad like to annoy his reverence.
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