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 sadly, for the child's persistence had roused her own regrets; "they wad na' kim bock agin—we sail see them nae mair."

"Weel, we could gae to the Hillside Farm, ony way; I want to rin doon the bra', an' crass the brig abune the little burn, an' pu' the gowans—I kin do tha'."

"Na', na', Alice, my bonnie bairn. Ye forget I hae sold the Hillside Farm; ye canna gae bock there—it is our hame nae mair."

"Buy it bock agin, grannie—buy it bock agin; I maun, I will gae bock."

"Na', my Alice! I canna buy it bock; it wa' for yer sak', dearie, that I left it, an' crossed the wide stormy waters, to fin' a safe hame for ye; an' noo ye maun bide here!"

"Oh! I winna; I winna—I will gae hame!"

"Haith! Alice; dinna say that agin; ye are as fou' as a goshawk; ye mind nocht I say till ye; I thought ye were mair sinsible an' wiselike. Heck, sirs! an' kinna ye mind hoo sick ye wa' in the big ship, an' we comin' here; an' hoo ye used to greet, and skirl out that the ship wa' gaen doon—doon—an' ye wad sure be droon'd; an' ye