I hope," she added, with the first
show of sympathy, "that naething has happened to the lassie. That wad be
awfu'!"
"Dear keep us!" exclaimed Nellie. "I hope nothing has happened to her."
"God knows!" replied Mrs. Johnstone piously, for want of something else
to say. "It's awfu'!"
"Do they ken naething at a' aboot her at Rundells'?" again enquired Mrs.
Sinclair.
"No' a thing they ken, ony mair than you or me. She left her bits o'
claes, jist as if she meant to come back. Her new frock was in her
drawer jist as she had put it by efter tryin' it on. An' a braw frock it
is. She has nothing except what she was wearin' at the time she gaed
oot. Her guid boots jist yince on her feet are in her room, a' cleaned
jist as she took them off the last time she had them on. I canna'
believe it yet. My! it's awfu'! It'll be a sair, sair heart her
faither'll hae when he hears about it. He had aye an' awfu' wark wi'
Mysie, an' thought the world o' her. If he got Mysie richt he ay seemed
to think that a' else was richt. I hope nae harm has come to her. I
dinna ken what the world's comin' to at a', I'm sure? My, it's awfu',
isn't it?" and Mrs. Johnstone went out to spread the news, leaving Mrs.
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