in day for him!"

Donal rose, and looking about him, saw two decent, elderly women on the
other side of the low stone wall. He was approaching them with the
request on his lips to know which of the Lord's commandments they
supposed the cobbler to be breaking, when, seeing that he must have
overheard them, they turned their backs and walked away.

And now his hostess, having discovered he was in the garden, came to
call him to breakfast--the simplest of meals--porridge, with a cup of
tea after it because it was Sunday, and there was danger of sleepiness
at the kirk.

"Yer shune 's waitin' ye, sir," said the cobbler. "Ye'll fin' them a
better job nor ye expeckit. They're a better job, onygait, nor I
expeckit!"

Donal made haste to put them on, and felt dressed for the Sunday.

"Are ye gaein' to the kirk the day, Anerew?" asked the old woman,
adding, as she turned to their guest, "My man's raither pecooliar aboot
gaein' to the kirk! Some days he'll gang three times, an' some days he
winna gang ance!--He kens himsel' what for!" she added with a smile,
whose sweetness confessed that, whatever was the reason, it was to her
the best in the world.

"Ay, I'm gaein' the day: I want to gang wi' oor new freen'," he
answered.

"I'll tak him gien ye dinna care to gang," rejoined his wife.

"Ow, I'll gang!" he persisted. "It'll gie's something to talk aboot,
an' sae ken ane anither better, an' maybe come a bit nearer ane
anither, an' sae a bit nearer the maister. That's what we're here
for--comin' an' gaein'."

"As ye please, Anerew! What's richt to you's aye richt to me. O' my
ain sel' I wad be doobtfu' o' sic a rizzon for gaein' to the kirk--to
get something to speyk aboot."

"It's a gude rizzon whaur ye haena a better," he answered. "It's aften
I get at the kirk naething but what angers me--lees an' lees agen my
Lord an' my God. But whan there's ane to talk it ower wi', ane 'at has
some care for God as weel's for himsel', there's some guid sure to come
oot o' 't--some revelation o' the real richteousness--no what fowk 'at
gangs by the ministers ca's richteousness.--Is yer shune comfortable to
yer feet, sir?"

"Ay, that they are! an' I thank ye: they're full better nor new."

"Weel, we winna hae worship this mornin'; whan ye gang to the kirk it's
like aitin' mair nor's guid for ye."

"Hoots, Anerew! ye dinna think a body can hae ower muckle o' the word!"
said his wife, anxious as to the impression he might mak