"Ay, I'm gaein' the day: I want to gang wi' oor new freen'," he
answered.
"I'll tak him gien ye dinna care to gang," rejoined his wife.
"Ow, I'll gang!" he persisted. "It'll gie's something to talk aboot,
an' sae ken ane anither better, an' maybe come a bit nearer ane
anither, an' sae a bit nearer the maister. That's what we're here
for--comin' an' gaein'."
"As ye please, Anerew! What's richt to you's aye richt to me. O'
my ain sel' I wad be doobtfu' o' sic a rizzon for gaein' to the
kirk--to get something to speyk aboot."
"It's a gude rizzon whaur ye haena a better," he answered. "It's
aften I get at the kirk naething but what angers me--lees an' lees
agen my Lord an' my God. But whan there's ane to talk it ower wi',
ane 'at has some care for God as weel's for himsel', there's some
guid sure to come oot o' 't--some revelation o' the real
richteousness--no what fowk 'at gangs by the ministers ca's
richteousness.--Is yer shune comfortable to yer feet, sir?"
"Ay, that they are! an' I thank ye: they're full better nor new."
"Weel, we winna hae worship this mornin'; whan ye gang to the kirk
it's like aitin' mair nor's guid for ye."
"Hoots, Anerew! ye dinna think a body can hae ower muckle o' the
word!" said his wife, anxious as to the impression he might make on
Donal.
"Ow na, gien a body tak it in, an' disgeist it! But it's no a bonny
thing to hae the word stickin' about yer moo', an' baggin' oot yer
pooches, no to say lyin' cauld upo' yer stamack, an' it for the life
o' men.
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