It's something in the school.

It's a poor place nowadays, anyway, and I wish Hughie were done with it." "He must keep at the school, Thomas, and I only wish you could do the same." His mother sighed.

She had her own secret ambition for Thomas, and though she never opened her heart to her son, or indeed to any one, Thomas somehow knew that it was her heart's desire to see him "in the pulpit." "Never you mind, mother," he said, brightly.

"It'll all come right.
Aren't you always the one preaching faith to me ?" "Yes, laddie, and it is needed, and sorely at times." "Now, mither," said Thomas, dropping into her native speech, "ye mauna be fashin' yersel.

Ye'll jist say 'Now I lay me,' and gang to sleep like a bairnie." "Ay, that's a guid word, laddie, an' a'll tak it.