"Muckle tae be saved, muckle tae be lost!" Jarvis Barrow spoke from the head of the table.

"If fowk canna talk on the Sabbath o' spiritual things, maybe they can mak shift to haud the tongue in their chafts! I wad think that what we saw and heard the day wad put ye ower the burn frae vain converse!" Thomas nodded approval.
"Aweel--" began Jenny, but did not find just the words with which to continue.
Elspeth, turning ever so slightly in her chair, looked farther off to the hills and summer clouds.

A slow wave of color came over her face and throat.

Menie and Merran looked sidelong each at the other, then their blue eyes fell to their plates.

But Willy almost audibly smacked his lips.
"Gude keep us! the meenister gaed thae sinners their licks!" "A sair sight, but an eedifying!" said Thomas.
Robin Greenlaw pushed back his chair.