Ah, yes, it is a great gospel," he continued, and standing there he lifted up his hand and broke into a kind of chant in Gaelic, of which Hughie could catch no meaning, but the exalted look on the old man's face was translation enough.
"Must we always tell ?" said Hughie, after the old man had ceased.
"What are you saying, laddie ?" "I say must we always tell our sins--I mean to people ?" The old man thought a moment.

"It is not always good to be talking about our sins to people.

That is for God to hear.

But we must be ready to make right what is wrong." "Yes, yes," said Hughie, eagerly, "of course one would be glad to do that." The old man gave him one keen glance, and began hoeing again.
"Ye'd better be asking ye're mother about that.

She will know." "No, no," said Hughie, "I can't." The old man paused in his work, looked at the boy for a moment or two, and then went on working again.
"Speak to my woman," he said, after a few strokes of his hoe.