taibernacles in a haibitable condition till we hae notice to quit."

"It's a fine thing to ken," said the cobbler, with a queer look,
"'at whan ye lea' 't, yer hoose fa's doon, an' ye haena to think o'
ony damages to pey--forby 'at gien it laistit ony time efter ye was
oot o' 't, there micht be a wheen deevils takin' up their abode
intil 't."

"Hoot, Anerew!" interposed his wife, "there's naething like that i'
scriptur'!"

"Hoot, Doory!" returned Andrew, "what ken ye aboot what's no i'
scriptur'? Ye ken a heap, I alloo, aboot what's in scriptur', but
ye ken little aboot what's no intil 't!"

"Weel, isna 't best to ken what's intil 't?"

"'Ayont a doobt."

"Weel!" she returned in playful triumph.

Donal saw that he had got hold of a pair of originals: it was a joy
to his heart: he was himself an original--one, namely, that lived
close to the simplicities of existence!

Andrew Comin, before offering him house-room, would never have asked
anyone what he was; but he would have thought it an equal lapse in
breeding not to show interest in the history as well as the person
of a guest. After a little more talk, so far from commonplace that
the common would have found it mirth-provoking, the cobbler said: