e on Donal.

"Ow na, gien a body tak it in, an' disgeist it! But it's no a bonny
thing to hae the word stickin' about yer moo', an' baggin' oot yer
pooches, no to say lyin' cauld upo' yer stamack, an' it for the life o'
men. The less ye tak abune what ye put in practice the better; an'
gien the thing said hae naething to du wi' practice, the less ye heed
it the better.--Gien ye hae dune yer brakfast, sir, we'll gang--no 'at
it's freely kirk-time yet, but the Sabbath 's 'maist the only day I get
a bit o' a walk, an' gien ye hae nae objection til a turn aboot the
Lord's muckle hoose afore we gang intil his little ane--we ca' 't his,
but I doobt it--I'll be ready in a meenute."

Donal willingly agreed, and the cobbler, already clothed in part of his
Sunday best, a pair of corduroy trousers of a mouse colour, having
indued an ancient tail-coat of blue with gilt buttons, they set out
together; and for their conversation, it was just the same as it would
have been any other day: where every day is not the Lord's, the Sunday
is his least of all.

They left the town, and were soon walking in meadows through which ran
a clear river, shining and speedy in the morning sun. Its banks were
largely used for bleaching, and the long lines of white in the lovely
green of the natural grass were pleasant both to eye and mind. All
about, the rooks were feeding in peace, knowing their freedom that day
from the persecution to which, like all other doers of good, they are
in general exposed. Beyond the stream lay a level plain stretching
towards the sea, divided into numberless fields, and dotted with
farmhouses and hamlets. On the side where the friends were walking,
the ground was more broken, rising in places into small hills, many of
them wooded. Half a mile away was one of a conical shape, on whose top
towered a castle. Old and gray and sullen, it lifted itself from the
foliage around it like a great rock from a summer sea, and stood out
against the clear blue sky of the June morning. The hill was covered
with wood, mostly rather young, but at the bottom were some ancient
firs and beeches. At the top, round the base of the castle, the trees
were chiefly delicate birches with moonlight skin, and feathery larches
not thriving over well.

"What ca' they yon castel?" questioned Donal. "It maun be a place o'
some importance!"

"They maistly ca' 't jist the castel," answered the cobbler. "Its auld
name 's Graham's Grip. It's lo