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Duthie, was about to marry, and these letters were acknowledgments of wedding presents. Now, Mr. Cathro had written similar letters for Betsy only a few days before. "Did she ask you to write these for her?" he demanded, fuming, and Tommy replied demurely that she had.
Look, that's the baron- bailie near standing on his head, and there's Mr. Duthie off his head a' thegither. Yon's twa weavers and a mason cursing the laird, and the man wi' the besom is the Master of Crumnathie." "A democracy, at all events," said Gavin. "By no means," said the doctor, "it's an aristocracy of intellect. Gee up, Lightning, or the frost will be gone before we are there."
"It's my opeenion," said Leeby, returning excitedly from the corner, "'at the lad Wilkie's no to be preachin' the morn, after a'. When I gangs to the corner, at ony rate, what think ye's the first thing I see but the minister an' Sam'l Duthie meetin' face to face? Ay, weel, it's gospel am tellin' ye when I say as Sam'l flung back his head an' walkit richt by the minister!"
Ay, but stop a meenute, I wouldna wonder, no, really I would not wonder but what it'll be " "The very thing 'at was passin' through my head, mother." "Ye mean 'at the lad Wilkie 'll be to bide wi' the lawyer i'stead o' wi' Sam'l Duthie? Sal, am thinkin' that's it. Ye ken Sam'l an' the lawyer married on cousins; but Mistress Ogilvy ay lookit on Chirsty as dirt aneath her feet.
That fervent Auld Licht, Snecky Hobart, feeling that Gavin's action was unsound, had gone on the following Sabbath to the parish kirk and sat under Mr. Duthie. But Mr. Duthie was a close reader, so that Snecky flung himself about in his pew in misery. The minister concluded his sermon with these words: "But on this subject I will say no more at present."
He came hobbling up the brae, so bent that his body was almost at right angles to his legs, and his broken silk hat was carefully brushed as in the days when Janet, his sister, lived. There he stood at the top of the brae, panting. I was but a boy when Jimsy Duthie turned the corner of the brae for the last time, with a score of mourners behind him.
Duthie, but it's speiring ower muckle o' a woman to expect her to gang to the kirk in her ilka day claethes." The Babbie of yesterday would have laughed at this, but the new Babbie sighed. "I wonder you don't go to Mr. Dishart's church now. Nanny," she said, gently. "I am sure you prefer him."
You promised." Mr. Duthie looked quizzically at Gavin, and then at the sky. "The thaw may come at any moment," he said. "I think the frost is to hold," said Gavin. "It may hold over to-morrow," Mr. Duthie admitted; "but to- morrow's the Sabbath, and so a lost day." "A what?" exclaimed Gavin, horrified. "I only mean," Mr. Duthie answered, colouring, "that we can't curl on the Lord's day.
Duthie said, for there were mony waiting, sair needing. 'It was lended him to come here, I cried, and without a word my father opened the coat, and they saw he had nothing on aneath, and his skin blue wi' cauld. Dominie, Mr. Duthie handed him one shilling and saxpence, and my father's fingers closed greedily on't for a minute, and syne it fell to the ground.
Duthie. "And so, Cathro, you need not feel sore over your defeat," added Mr. Gloag; but nevertheless Cathro took Tommy by the neck and ran him out of the parish school of Thrums. When he returned to the others he found the ministers congratulating McLauchlan, whose nose was in the air, and complimenting Mr.
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