There will be nae Dominie Crawford o' my kin, Colin.

Will naething but looking down on the warld from a pulpit sarve you ?" "I like art, father.

I can paint a little, and I love music." "Art! Painting! Music! Is the lad gane daft?
God has gien to some men wisdom and understanding, to ithers the art o' playing on the fiddle and painting pictures.

There shall be no painting, fiddling Crawford among my kin, Colin." The young fellow bit his lip, and his eyes flashed dangerously beneath their dropped lids.

But he said calmly enough, "What is your own idea, father?
I am twenty-two, I ought to be doing a man's work of some kind." "Just sae.