"
"What good would that do?"
"Clear awa' the rubbitch. Ye see, my leddy, it's no buiks, but what
buiks. Eh! there maun be mony ane o' the richt sort here, though.
I wonner gien Mr Graham ever saw them. He wad surely hae made
mention o them i' my hearin'!"
"What would be the first thing you would do, then, Malcolm, if you
happened to turn out a great man after all?" said Florimel, seating
herself in a huge library chair, whence, having arranged her skirt,
she looked up in the young fisherman's face.
"I doobt I wad hae to sit doon, an' turn ower the change a feow
times afore I kent aither mysel' or what wad become me," he said.
"That's not answering my question," retorted Florimel.
"Weel, the second thing I wad du," said Malcolm, thoughtfully,
and pausing a moment, "wad be to get Mr Graham to gang wi' me to
Ebberdeen, an' cairry me throu' the classes there. Of coorse, I
wadna try for prizes; that wadna be fair to them 'at cudna affoord
a tutor at their lodgin's."
"But it's the first thing you would do that I want to know,"
persisted the girl.
"I tell't ye I wad sit doon an' think aboot it."
"I don't count that doing anything."
"'Deed, my leddy! thinkin 's the hardest wark I ken."
"Well, what is it you would think about first?" said Florimel--
not to be diverted from her course.
"Ow, the third thing I wad du--"
"I want to know the first thing you would think about."
"I canna say yet what the third thing wad be.
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