George MacDonald

Donal Grant George MacDonald

Book Excerpt: ...w, widespreading elder tree, was tempted to sit down and rest a little. The day was now hot, and the shadow of the tree inviting. He had but seated himself when a woman came to the door of the cottage, looked at him for a moment, and probably thinking him, from his bare feet, poorer than he was, said--"Wad ye like a drink?""Ay, wad I," answered Donal, "--a drink o' watter, gien ye please.""What for no milk?" asked the woman."'Cause I'm able to pey for 't," answered Donal."I want nae peyment," she rejoined, perceiving his drift as little as probably my reader."An' I want nae milk," returned Donal."Weel, ye may pey for 't gien ye like," she rejoined."But I dinna like," replied Donal."Weel, ye're a some queer customer!" she remarked."I thank ye, but I'm nae customer, 'cep' for a drink o' watter," he persisted, looking in her face with a smile; "an' watter has aye been grâtis sin' the days o' Adam--'cep' maybe i' toons i' the het pairts o' the warl'."The woman turne...