His good wife Margaret never sent him out without mended clothes, spotless linen, and a paper of tobacco in his pocket.

He sat chewing it awhile in silence; David's remarks to him met with only incoherent answers, and at last the schoolmaster got up and with the help of his stick tottered off along the path by which he had come.

David's eyes followed the bent figure uneasily; nor did he turn homeward till it disappeared over the brow..