If you should speed worse, if it will come to fall as we are afraid--O well! think you have the one friend.

Long after you are dead and me an old wife, I will be telling the bairns about David Balfour, and my tears running.

I will be telling how we parted, and what I said to you, and did to you.

_God go with you and guide you, prays your little friend_: so I said--I will be telling them--and here is what I did." She took up my hand and kissed it.

This so surprised my spirits that I cried out like one hurt.