"But Maister Pittendreigh hes twa sermons, at ony rate," and Elspethtasted the sweets of memory with such keen relish that I begged fora share.

"Well, ye see he's terrible prood o' his feenishes, and this is aneo' them:

"'Heaven, ma brethren, will be far grander than the hoose o' onyearthly potentate, for there ye will no longer eat the flesh ofbulls nor drink the blood o' goats, but we shall sook the juicy pearand scoop the loocious meelon. Amen.'

"He hes nae mair sense o' humour than an owl, and a' aye haud that aman withoot humour sudna be allowed intae a poopit.

"A' hear that they have nae examination in humour at the college;it's an awfu' want, for it wud keep oot mony a dreich body.

"But the meelon's naethin' tae the goat, that cowed a'thing, at theFast tae.

"If Jeems wes aboot a' daurna mention 't: he canna behave himsel'tae this day gin he hears 'it, though ye ken he's a douce man asever lived.