trust. Him 'at canna trust in siclike conditions, I wadna gie a
plack for ony ither kin' o' faith he may hae. God 's nae a mere
thoucht i' the warl' o' thoucht, but a leevin' pooer in a' warl's
alike. Him 'at gangs to God wi' a sair heid 'ill the suner gang til
'im wi' a sair hert; an' them 'at thinksna he cares for the pains o'
their bodies 'ill ill believe he cares for the doobts an' perplexities
o' their inquirin' speerits. To my min' he spak the best o' sense!"

"I didna hear him say onything like that!" said Donal.

"Did ye no? Weel, I thoucht it cam frae him to me!"

"Maybe I wasna giein' the best heed," said Donal. "But what ye say is
as true as the sun. It stan's to rizzon."

The day passed in pleasure and quiet. Donal had found another father
and mother.

CHAPTER VIII.

THE GATE.

The next day, after breakfast, Donal said to his host--

"Noo I maun pey ye for my shune, for gien I dinna pey at ance, I canna
tell hoo muckle to ca' my ain, an' what I hae to gang by till I get
mair."

"Na, na," returned the cobbler. "There's jist ae preejudice I hae left
concernin' the Sawbath-day; I firmly believe it a preejudice, for
siller 's the Lord's tu, but I canna win ower 't: I canna bring mysel'
to tak siller for ony wark dune upo' 't! Sae ye maun jist be content
to lat that flee stick to the Lord's wa'. Ye'll du as muckle for me
some day!"

"There's naething left me but to thank ye," said Donal. "There's the
ludgin' an' the boord, though!--I maun ken aboot them 'afore we gang
farther."

"They're nane o' my business," replied Andrew. "I lea' a' that to the
gudewife, an' I coonsel ye to du the same. She's a capital manager,
an' winna chairge ye ower muckle."

Donal could but yield, and presently went out for a stroll.

He wandered along the bank of the river till he came to the foot of the
hill on which stood the castle. Seeing a gate, he approached it, and
finding it open went in. A slow-ascending drive went through the
trees, round and round the hill. He followed it a little way. An
aromatic air now blew and now paused as he went. The trees seemed
climbing up to attack the fortress above, which he could not see. When
he had gone a few yards out of sight of the gate, he threw himself down
among them, and fell into a reverie. The ancient time arose before him,
when, without a tree to cover the approach of an enemy, the castle rose
defiant and bare in its strength, like an athlete strip