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ed to send me some books to read. You see, Mither, the pain you hae wearies you sae that you sleep a great deal, and I am glad o' it, for the sleep builds up what the pain pulls down, so that you hold up your ain side better than might be." "That's a plain truth, dearie." "Then when you sleep, I am lonely, and I get to thinking and worrying anent this and that, and so I look tired when there's naething wrang. But if I had books to read, when I hadna yoursel' to talk wi', I would be gey happy, and maybe full o' wonderfuls to tell you as you lie wakin' and wearyful." "It is a maybe, and you hae to give maybes a trial." "You see, Mither, we gave up our _Chambers Magazine_ and _The Scotsman_ when Feyther left us alane." "It was right to do sae; there was sae many expenses, what wi' the burying, and wi' my sickness, the last item being a constant outgo." "You must hae the medicines, and we be to gie up all expenses, if so be it was needed for that end." "Weel, if I was to stay here, and be a troubler much langer, that might be needed, but I hae a few pounds left yet." "It will never be needed. The children o' the righteous hae a sure claim on the God o' the righteous, and He is bound and ready to answer it. Those were almost the last words Feyther said to me. I was wearying for books, and you see, He has sent them to me, without plack or bawbee." "Weel, lassie, if books will mak' you happy, I am glad they are coming to you. Whiles you can read a short story out o' _Chambers_ to mysel'. I used to like thae little love tales, when you read one sometimes to us by the fireside. Anyway, they were mair sensible than the village clash-ma-clavers; maist o' which are black, burning lees." "Dear Mither, we'll hae many a happy hour yet, wi' the tales I shall read to you." "Nae doubt o' it. They'll all o' them be lees--made up lees--but the lees won't be anent folks we ken, and think weel of, or anent oursel's." "They won't be anent anybody, Mither. The men who write the stories make up the men and women, and then make up the things they set them to do, and to say. It is all make-believe, ye ken, but many a good lesson is learned by good stories. They can teach, as well as sermons. Folks that won't go and hear a sermon will maybe read a good story." "You wadna daur to read them in a kirk, for they arena the truth." "Weel, there are many other things you wouldna care to read in the kirk--a perfectly honest
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