I
was not long in obeying, and dressed myself in my black clothes,
hardly knowing what I did, what to think, or whither to betake
myself. I was sore hurt by the blows of the desperate ruffian; and,
what was worse, my ankle was so much strained that I could
hardly set my foot to the ground. I was obliged to apply to the
weaver once more, to see if I could learn anything about my
clothes, or how the change was effected. "Sir," said I, "how comes
it that you have robbed me of my clothes, and put these down in
their place over night?"
"Ha! thae claes? Me pit down the claes!" said he, gaping with
astonishment, and touching the clothes with the point of his
forefinger. "I never saw them afore, as I have death to meet wi',
so help me God!"
He strode into the work-house where I slept, to satisfy himself
that my clothes were not there, and returned perfectly aghast with
consternation. "The doors were baith fast lockit," said he. "I could
hae defied a rat either to hae gotten out or in. My dream has been
true! My dream has been true! The Lord judge between thee and
me; but in His name, I charge you to depart out o' this house; an',
gin it be your will, dinna tak the braidside o't w'ye, but gang
quietly out at the door wi' your face foremost.
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