He micht be an angel a' the time, an' that
no a fallen ane, but he bude to lay aside something to fit the
place."
"But ye're no a shepherd the noo?" said the cobbler.
"Na," replied Donal, "--'cep' it be I'm set to luik efter anither
grade o' lamb. A freen'--ye may 'a' h'ard his name--sir Gilbert
Galbraith--made the beginnin' o' a scholar o' me, an' noo I hae my
degree frae the auld university o' Inverdaur."
"Didna I think as muckle!" cried mistress Comin triumphant. "I hadna
time to say 't to ye, Anerew, but I was sure he was frae the
college, an' that was hoo his feet war sae muckle waur furnisht nor
his heid."
"I hae a pair o' shune i' my kist, though--whan that comes!" said
Donal, laughing.
"I only houp it winna be ower muckle to win up oor stair!"
"I dinna think it. But we'll lea' 't i' the street afore it s' come
'atween 's!" said Donal. "Gien ye'll hae me, sae lang's I'm i' the
toon, I s' gang nae ither gait."
"An' ye'll doobtless read the Greek like yer mither-tongue?" said
the cobbler, with a longing admiration in his tone.
"Na, no like that; but weel eneuch to get guid o' 't."
"Weel, that's jist the ae thing I grutch ye--na, no grutch--I'm
glaid ye hae't--but the ae thing I wud fain be a scholar for mysel'!
To think I kenna a cheep o' the word spoken by the Word himsel'!"
"But the letter o' the word he made little o' comparet wi' the
speerit!" said Donal.
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