Thus often is the human boat borne painfully to the stream on which
thereafter it shall glide contentedly through and out of the world.
When they had got about half-way, Alec said to Curly:
"I wonner what's come o' Annie, Curly? It wad be a shame to lainch the
boat wantin' her."
"Deed it wad. I s' jist rin and luik after her, an' ye can luik efter
the boat."
So saying, Curly was out of the cart with a bound. Away he ran over a
field of potatoes, straight as the crow flies, while the cart went
slowly on towards the Glamour.
"Whaur's Annie Anderson?" he cried, as he burst into Robert Bruce's
shop.
"What's _your_ business?" asked the Bruce--a question which evidently
looked for no answer.
"Alec wants her."
"Weel, he will want her," retorted Robert, shutting his jaws with a
snap, and grinning a smileless grin from ear to ear, like the steel
clasp of a purse. By such petty behaviour he had long ago put himself
on an equality with the young rascals generally, and he was no match
for them on their own level.
Curly left the shop at once, and went round by the close into the
garden, where he found Annie loitering up and down with the baby in her
arms, and looking very weary.
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