"I'm tired and maun gang to my bed, for I hae a sair heid," said Mr
Cupples, that first night.
"That's my doin'!" said Alec, sorrowfully.
"Gin this new repentance o' yours and mine turns oot to hae onything
in't, we'll baith hae rizzon to be thankfu' that ye cloured (dinted) my
skull, Alec. But eh me! I'm feared I winna sleep muckle the nicht."
"Wad ye like me to sit up wi' ye?" asked Alec. "I cud sleep i' your
cheir weel eneuch."
"Na, na. We hae baith need to say oor prayers, and we cudna do that
weel thegither. Gang ye awa' to yer bed, and min' yer vow to God and to
me. And dinna forget yer prayers, Alec."
Neither of them forgot his prayers. Alec slept soundly--Mr Cupples not
at all.
"I think," he said, when Alec appeared in the morning, "I winna tak sic
a hardship upo' me anither nicht. Jist open the cat's door and fling
the bottle into somebody's yard. I houp it winna cut onybody's feet."
Alec flew to the cupboard, and dragged out the demon.
"Noo," said Mr Cupples, "open the twa doors wide, and fling 't wi' a
birr, that I may hear its last speech and dyin' declaration."
Alec did as he was desired, and the bottle fell on the stones of a
little court.
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