"Weel, it was plain to see she dwyned awa efter he gaed, an' never was hersel' again-ye dinna deny that?""It's a' havers," persisted Miss Horn, but in accents considerably softened. "She cared na mair aboot the chield nor I did mysel'. She dwyned, I grant ye, an' he gaed awa, I grant ye; but the win' blaws an' the water rins, an the tane has little to du wi' the tither.""Weel, weel; sorry I said onything to offen' ye, an' I canna say mair. Wi' yer...