"I really do hope he will." "Guess he'll stay all right.

He won't give up his job," said her husband.
But next week proved Mr.Duff a poor prophet, for the minister after the service informed his people that he had come to the conclusion that another man might get better results as minister of the congregation; he had therefore handed in his resignation to the Presbytery.
It was a shock to them all, but he adhered to his resolution in spite of tearful lamentations from the women, wide-eyed amazement and dismay from the bairns of the congregation, and indignation, loudly expressed, from Neil Fraser and Stewart Duff, and others of their kind.
"Well," said Miss Quigg, struggling with indignant tears, as she was passing out of the church, "you won't see Harry Hobbs in this church again, nor me, either." "Oh, yes, Miss Quigg, Harry has promised me that he will stick by the church, and that he will be there every Sunday.

And so will you, dear Miss Quigg.

I know you.

You will do what is right." But that little lady, with her head very erect and a red spot burning in each faded cheek, passed out of the church saying nothing, the plumes on her jaunty little hat quivering defiance and wrath against "those men, who had so little spunk as to allow a little beast like Hayes to run them.".