At length, with her hands still resting upon Annie's head, she uttered her judgment.
"Ay.

Some like him, nae doot.

But she'll be a heap liker him whan she sees him as he is." When a Christian proceeds to determine the rightness of his neighbour by his approximation to his fluctuating ideal, it were well if the judgment were tempered by such love as guided the hands of blind Tibbie over the face of Annie in their attempt to discover whether or not she was like the Christ of her visions.
"Do ye think _ye_'re like him, Tibbie ?" said Annie with a smile, which Tibbie at once detected in the tone.
"Hoots, bairn! I had the pock dreidfu', ye ken." "Weel, maybe we a' hae had something or ither that hauds us ohn been sae bonny as we micht hae been.

For ae thing, there's the guilt o' Adam's first sin, ye ken." "Verra richt, bairn.

Nae doot that's blaudit mony a face--'the want o' original richteousness, and the corruption o' our whole natur'.' The wonner is that we're like him at a'.