The two Thrums ministers were naturally desirous that Tommy should win, but the younger of them was very fond of Mr.Ogilvy, and noticing his unhappy peeps through the door dividing the rooms, proposed that it should be closed.

He shut it himself, and as he did so he observed that Tommy was biting his pen and frowning, while McLauchlan, having ceased to think, was getting on nicely.

But it did not strike Mr.Dishart that this was worth commenting on.
"Are you not satisfied with the honors you have already got, you greedy man ?" he said, laying his hand affectionately on Mr.Ogilvy, who only sighed for reply.
"It is well that the prize should go to different localities, for in that way its sphere of usefulness is extended," remarked pompous Mr.
Gloag, who could be impartial, as there was no candidate from Noran Side.

He was a minister much in request for church soirees, where he amused the congregations so greatly with personal anecdote about himself that they never thought much of him afterwards.

There is one such minister in every presbytery.
"And to have carried the Hugh Blackadder seven times running is surely enough for any one locality, even though it be Glenquharity," said Mr.
Lorrimer, preparing for defeat.
"There's consolation for you, sir," said Mr.Cathro, sarcastically, to his rival, who tried to take snuff in sheer bravado, but let it slip through his fingers, and after that, until the two hours were up, the talk was chiefly of how Tommy would get on at Aberdeen.