I hae nae hert til 't.

I doobt I maun greit! Come awa'.' She took him by the hand and rose, then let him go again, saying, 'Sneck the door, laddie.' Robert bolted the door, and his grandmother again taking his hand, led him to the usual corner.

There they knelt down together, and the old woman's prayer was one great and bitter cry for submission to the divine will.

She rose a little strengthened, if not comforted, saying, 'Ye maun pray yer lane, laddie.

But oh be a guid lad, for ye're a' that I hae left; and gin ye gang wrang tu, ye'll bring doon my gray hairs wi' sorrow to the grave.