"If it be money, the deacon has mair than is good for him to hae; if it be marriage, it will be Isabel Strang, and that the deacon wont like.

But it is his ain wife Davie is choosing, and I am for letting the lad hae the lass he likes best." Jenny had come to these conclusions in ten minutes, but she waited patiently for an hour before she interrupted her master.

Then the clock struck midnight, and she felt herself aggrieved.

"Deacon," she said sharply, "ye should mak the day day and the night night, and ye would if ye had a three weeks' ironing to do the morn.

It has chappit twelve, sir." "Jenny, I'm not sleeplike to-night.