"Ye maun be i' the richt, father! I believe 't, though I canna jist _see_
't. A body canna like a'body, and the minister's jist the ae man I canna
bide."

"Ay could ye, gi'en ye lo'ed the _ane_ as he oucht to be lo'ed, and as ye
maun learn to lo'e him."

"Weel I'm no come to that wi' the minister yet!"

"It's a trowth--but a sair pity, my dautie _(daughter--darling)_."

"He provokes me the w'y that he speaks to ye, father--him 'at's no fit to
tie the thong o' your shee!"

"The Maister would lat him tie his, and say _thank ye_!"

"It aye seems to me he has sic a scrimpit way o' believin'! It's no like
believin' at a'! He winna trust him for naething that he hasna his ain
word, or some ither body's for! Ca' ye that lippenin' til him?"

It was now the father's turn to be silent for a moment. Then he said,--

"Lea' the judgin' o' him to his ain maister, lassie. I ha'e seen him whiles
sair concernt for ither fowk."

"'At they wouldna hand wi' _him,_ and war condemnt in consequence--wasna
that it?"

"I canna answer ye that, bairn."