place behind a pillar; there Doory was seated waiting them. The
service was not so dreary to Donal as usual; the sermon had some
thought in it; and his heart was drawn to a man who would say he did
not understand.

"Yon was a fine discoorse," remarked the cobbler as they went
homeward.

Donal saw nothing fine in it, but his experience was not so wide as
the cobbler's: to him the discourse had hinted many things which had
not occurred to Donal.

Some people demand from the householder none but new things, others
none but old; whereas we need in truth of all the sorts in his
treasury.

"I haena a doobt it was a' richt an' as ye say, Anerew," said his
wife; "but for mysel' I could mak naither heid nor tail o' 't."

"I saidna, Doory, it was a' richt," returned her husband; "that
would be to say a heap for onything human! but it was a guid honest
sermon."

"What was yon 'at he said aboot the mirracles no bein' teeps?" asked
his wife.

"It was God's trowth 'at," he said."

"Gie me a share o' the same I beg o' ye, Anerew Comin."