All at once
he heard the voices of two women in the next garden, close behind
him, talking together.
"Eh," said one, "there's that godless cratur, An'rew Comin, at his
wark again upo' the Sawbath mornin'!"
"Ay, lass," answered the other, "I hear him! Eh, but it 'll be an
ill day for him whan he has to appear afore the jeedge o' a'! He
winna hae his comman'ments broken that gait!"
"Troth, na!" returned the former; "it'll be a sair sattlin day for
him!"
Donal rose, and looking about him, saw two decent, elderly women on
the other side of the low stone wall. He was approaching them with
the request on his lips to know which of the Lord's commandments
they supposed the cobbler to be breaking, when, seeing that he must
have overheard them, they turned their backs and walked away.
And now his hostess, having discovered he was in the garden, came to
call him to breakfast--the simplest of meals--porridge, with a cup
of tea after it because it was Sunday, and there was danger of
sleepiness at the kirk.
"Yer shune 's waitin' ye, sir," said the cobbler. "Ye'll fin' them a
better job nor ye expeckit. They're a better job, onygait, nor I
expeckit!"
Donal made haste to put them on, and felt dressed for the Sunday.
"Are ye gaein' to the kirk the day, Anerew?" asked the old woman,
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.
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