adding, as she turned to their guest, "My man's raither pecooliar
aboot gaein' to the kirk! Some days he'll gang three times, an'
some days he winna gang ance!--He kens himsel' what for!" she added
with a smile, whose sweetness confessed that, whatever was the
reason, it was to her the best in the world.

"Ay, I'm gaein' the day: I want to gang wi' oor new freen'," he
answered.

"I'll tak him gien ye dinna care to gang," rejoined his wife.

"Ow, I'll gang!" he persisted. "It'll gie's something to talk aboot,
an' sae ken ane anither better, an' maybe come a bit nearer ane
anither, an' sae a bit nearer the maister. That's what we're here
for--comin' an' gaein'."

"As ye please, Anerew! What's richt to you's aye richt to me. O'
my ain sel' I wad be doobtfu' o' sic a rizzon for gaein' to the
kirk--to get something to speyk aboot."

"It's a gude rizzon whaur ye haena a better," he answered. "It's
aften I get at the kirk naething but what angers me--lees an' lees
agen my Lord an' my God. But whan there's ane to talk it ower wi',
ane 'at has some care for God as weel's for himsel', there's some
guid sure to come oot o' 't--some revelation o' the real
richteousness--no what fowk 'at gangs by the ministers ca's
richteousness.--Is yer shune comfortable to yer feet, sir?"

"Ay, that they are! an' I thank ye: they're full better nor new."