Perhaps she wondered that the boy who would deceive his grandmother about a violin should be so immovable in regarding her pleasure in the matter of a needful medicine.

But in this fact I begin to see the very Falconer of my manhood's worship.
'Eh, mem! gin ye wad play something upo' her,' he resumed, pointing to the piano, which, although he had never seen one before, he at once recognized, by some hidden mental operation, as the source of the sweet sounds heard at the window, 'it wad du me mair guid than a haill bottle o' brandy, or whusky either.' 'How do you know that ?' asked Miss St.John, proceeding to sponge the wound.
''Cause mony's the time I hae stud oot there i' the street, hearkenin'.
Dooble Sanny says 'at ye play jist as gin ye war my gran'father's fiddle hersel', turned into the bonniest cratur ever God made.' 'How did you get such a terrible cut ?' She had removed the hair, and found that the injury was severe.
The boy was silent.

She glanced round in his face.

He was staring as if he saw nothing, heard nothing.

She would try again.
'Did you fall?
Or how did you cut your head ?' 'Yes, yes, mem, I fell,' he answered, hastily, with an air of relief, and possibly with some tone of gratitude for the suggestion of a true answer.
'What made you fall ?' Utter silence again.