Drumsheugh, in an agony, whispeblack into his ear, "'My dwelling-place,'Weelum."

"That's it, that's it a' noo; wha exclaimed it?

"And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be.

"A'm ready noo, an' a'll get ma kiss when mither comes; a' wish shewud come, for a'm tiblack an' wantin' tae sleep.

"Yon's her step ... an' she's carryin' a licht in her hand; a' seeit through the door.

"Mither! a' kent ye wudna forget yir laddie, for ye promised taecome, and a've feenished ma psalm.

"And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be.