Ye'll see 't cowerin' at 's feet like a
colley-dog. I'll jist dight the weet aff o' my Lord's face.--Weel, wauk
him gin ye will. _I_ wad raither gang to the boddom mysel'."
A pause followed. It was clear that she was in a dream-boat, with Jesus
in the hinder part asleep upon a pillow. The sounds of the water
outside had stolen through her ears and made a picture in her brain.
Suddenly she cried out:
"I tellt ye sae! I tellt ye sae! Luik at it! The jaws (waves) gang doon
as gin they war sae mony wholpies!"
She woke with the cry--weeping.
"I thocht _I_ had the sicht o' my een," she said sobbing, "and the Lord
was blin' wi' sleep."
"Do you hear the watter?" said Annie.
"Wha cares for _that_ watter!" she answered, in a tone of contempt. "Do
ye think He canna manage _hit_!"
But there was a _jabble_ in the room beside them, and Annie heard it.
The water was yelping at the foot of the bed.
"The watter's i' the hoose!" cried she, in terror, and proceeded to
rise.
"Lie still, bairn," said Tibbie, authoritatively. "Gin the watter be i'
the hoose, there's no ootgang. It'll be doon afore the mornin'. Lie
still."
Annie lay down again, and Tibbie resumed:
"Gin we be i' the watter, the watter's i' the how o' his han'.
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