CHAPTER VI.
YEA-VERILY AND BABS We will have a swashing and a martial outside.
-- As You Like It.
The direct influence of good women is the greatest of all forces under Divine Grace for making good men.
-- KNOX LITTLE.
Never had that much-loved hymn "The Pilgrims of the Night" sounded so flatly and discordantly in Anna's ears as when she listened to Caleb's monotonous croak; but her sense of irritation changed to alarm when Mrs.Martin suddenly shook her fist at the open door and vanished.
Malcolm, who promptly followed her, was just in time to see her shaking the cobbler by his coat-collar, much after the fashion of a terrier shaking a rat.
"Are you a born natural ?" she screamed.

"Pilgrims of the night, indeed! I'll pilgrim you, you chuckle-headed idiot.

Here are your betters trying to make themselves heard." Then Caleb slowly unstopped his ears, and rose rather stiffly to his feet.
"You have got no call to be so violent, Kezia," he returned meekly.
"Oh, it is the gentleman who lent us the umbrella.

Kit and I were going to bring it back this afternoon, sir, but I had to finish a job I had in hand." "There is no hurry," returned Malcolm.

"We were in this direction, so I thought I would save you the trouble." Malcolm looked curiously round the room as he spoke.
He was not surprised when he learnt afterwards that the second Mrs.
Martin objected to the basement.