Come straucht foret.

I'm watchin' ye." For Thomas had been sitting in the dark till he could see in it (which, however, is not an invariable result), while out of the little light Annie had come into none at all But she obeyed the voice, and went straight forward into the dark, evidently much to the satisfaction of Thomas, who seizing her arm with one hand, laid the other, horny and heavy, on her head, saying: "Noo, my lass, ye'll ken what faith means.

Whan God tells ye to gang into the mirk, gang!" "But I dinna like the mirk," said Annie.
"No human sowl _can_," responded Thomas.

"Jean, fess a can'le direckly." Now Thomas was an enemy to everything that could be, justly or unjustly, called _superstition_; and this therefore was not the answer that might have been expected of him.

But he had begun with the symbolic and mystical in his reception of Annie, and perhaps there was something in the lovely childishness of her unconscious faith (while she all the time thought herself a dreadful unbeliever) that kept Thomas to the simplicities of the mystical part of his nature.