I think I'll turn missionar mysel', for ance and awa', and gang and hear him the morn's nicht." At the same instant Annie entered the shop, her face glowing with the heat of the forge and the pleasure of rejoining her friends.

Her appearance turned the current, and no more was said about the missionar-kirk .-- Many minutes did not pass before she had begun to repeat to the eager listeners one of the two new poems which she had got ready for them from the book Miss Cowie had lent her..