Kenny was neither hoary nor massive nor venerable.

He was a short, grizzled man with snapping black eyes and a tongue for clever, biting speech; and while he bore a stainless character, no one thought of him as an eminently godly man.

In public prayer he never attained any great length, nor did he employ that tone of unction deemed suitable in this sacred exercise.

He seldom "spoke to the question," but when he did people leaned forward to listen, and more especially the rows of the careless and ungodly under the gallery.

Kenny had not the look of an elder, and indeed, many wondered how he had ever come to be chosen for the office.