"Weel, I ken he doesna like you--no ae wee bit. He's aye girdin at ye to
ither fowk!"

"May be: the mair's the need I sud lo'e him."

"But noo _can_ ye, father?"

"There's naething, o' late, I ha'e to be sae gratefu' for to _Him_ as that
I can. But I confess I had lang to try sair!"

"The mair I was to try, the mair I jist couldna."

"But ye could try; and He could help ye!"

"I dinna ken; I only ken that sae ye say, and I maun believe ye. Nane the
mair can I see hoo it's ever to be broucht aboot."

"No more can I, though I ken it can be. But just think, my ain Maggie, hoo
would onybody ken that ever ane o' 's was his disciple, gien we war aye
argle-barglin aboot the holiest things--at least what the minister coonts
the holiest, though may be I think I ken better? It's whan twa o' 's strive
that what's ca'd a schism begins, and I jist winna, please God--and it does
please him! He never said, Ye maun a' think the same gait, but he did say,
Ye man a' loe are anither, and no strive!"

"Ye dinna aye gang to his kirk, father!"

"Na, for I'm jist feared sometimes lest I should stop loein him. It matters
little about gaein to the kirk ilka Sunday, but it matters a heap aboot aye