"I'm grudging you nothing," said the woman; "but a blind widow is entitled to the truth and frankness."
M'Iver soothed her with great skill, and brought her back to her bairns.
"Ay," said he, "some day they'll be off your hands, and you the lady with sons and servants."
"Had you a wife and bairns of your own," said the woman, "you might learn some day that a parent's happiest time is when her children are young. They're all there, and they're all mine when they're under the blanket; but when they grow up and scatter, the nightfall never brings them all in, and one pair of blankets will not cover the cares of them. I do not know that," she went on, "from what I have seen in my own house; but my mother told me, and she had plenty of chance to learn the truth of it, with sons who died among strangers, and sons who bruised her by their lives more than they could by their deaths."
"You have some very ruddy and handsome boys there," said M'Iver. And aye he would be winking and smiling at the young rogues in the corner.
"I think they are," said the woman. "I never saw but the eldest, and he was then at the breast, the dear, his father's image."
"Then the father of him must have been a well-fared and pretty man," said John, very promptly, not a bit abashed by the homeliness of the youth, who was the plainest of the nock, with a freckled skin, a low hang-dog brow, and a nose like the point of a dirk.
"He was that," said the woman, fondly--"the finest man in the parish. He had a little lameness, but----"
"I have a bit of a halt myself," said M'I ver, with his usual folly; "and I'm sure I'm none the worse for it."
The oldest boy sat up in bed and gloomed at us very sullenly. He could scarcely be expected to understand the conceits of M'Iver's tale about his lameness, that any one with eyes could behold had no existence.
"But I never think of my man," the woman went on, "but as I saw him first before he met with his lameness. Eyes are a kind of doubtful blessing too in some ways. Mine have forgotten all the ugly things they knew, and in my recollection are but many bonny things: my man was always as young to me as when he came courting in a new blue bonnet and a short coat; my children will be changing to every one but to me."