wall. He stepped over the threshold, and in the simplicity of his
heart, said:--

"Ye'll be gaein' to hae worship!"

"Na, na!" returned the man, raising his head, and taking a brief,
hard stare at his visitor; "we dinna set up for prayin' fowk i' this
hoose." We ley that to them 'at kens what they hae to be thankfu'
for."

"I made a mistak," said Donal. "I thoucht ye micht hae been gaein'
to say gude mornin' to yer makker, an' wad hae likit to j'in wi' ye;
for I kenna what I haena to be thankfu' for. Guid day to ye."

"Ye can bide an' tak yer parritch gien ye like."

"Ow, na, I thank ye. Ye micht think I cam for the parritch, an' no
for the prayers. I like as ill to be coontit a hypocrite as gien I
war ane."

"Ye can bide an' hae worship wi' 's, gien ye tak the buik yersel'."

"I canna lead whaur 's nane to follow. Na; I'll du better on the
muir my lane."

But the gudewife was a religions woman after her fashion--who can be
after any one else's? She came with a bible in her hand, and
silently laid it on the table. Donal had never yet prayed aloud
except in a murmur by himself on the hill, but, thus invited, could
not refuse. He read a psalm of trouble, breaking into hope at the