"You take too much upon yourself to speak to me in such a fashion! You should mind your own business!" "So should you, Mister, so should you!" And Twitt chuckled contentedly--"An' if ye _don't_ mind it, there's those 'ere as'll _make_ ye!" Arbroath departed in a huff, and the very next Sunday announced that "Matins" would be held at seven o'clock daily in the Church, and "Evensong" at six in the afternoon.

Needless to say, the announcement was made in vain.

Day after day passed, and no one attended.

Smarting with rage, Arbroath sought to "work up" the village to a proper "'Igh Jink" pitch--but his efforts were wasted.

And a visit to Mary Deane's cottage did not sweeten his temper, for the moment he caught sight of Helmsley sitting in his usual corner by the fire, he recognised him as the "old tramp" he had interviewed in the common room of the "Trusty Man." "How did _you_ come here ?" he demanded, abruptly.
Helmsley, who happened to be at work basket-making, looked up, but made no reply.