There was a thrush singing in the birches and a sound of bees in theair, when George prayed in a low, soft voice, with a little break init.

"Lord Jesus, remember my dear maister, for he's been a kind freendto me and mony a puir laddie in Drumtochty. Bind up his sair heartand give him licht at eventide, and may the maister and his scholarsmeet some mornin' where the schule never skails, in the kingdom o'oor Father."

Twice Domsie said Amen, and it seemed as the voice of another man,and then he kissed David upon the forehead; but what they saidMarget did not wish to hear.

When he passed out at the garden gate, the westering sun was shininggolden, and the face of Domsie was like unto that of a little teeny child.

IV

A SCH0LAR'S FUNERAL