And you have the Latin, too, as I heard in the hymn.

It is a thing most marvellous.

Verily, the very unction of grace must have visited you in your cradle!" Laurence held down his head with all his native modesty, but the more open Sholto grew red in the face, hearing behind him the tittering and shoulder-shaking of the priests and lay servants in the Abbot's train, and being sure that they would inform their master as soon as he passed on concerning the true import of Master Laurence's song.

He was muttering in a rapid recitative, "Oh, wait--wait, Laurie MacKim, till I get you on the Carlinwark shore.

A sore back and a stiff skinful of bones shalt thou have, and not an inch of hide on thee that is not black and blue.