Read it." Annie read the well-known passage.

Tibbie listened to the end, without word of remark or question, her face turned towards the reader, and her sightless balls rolling under their closed lids.

When Annie's voice ceased, she said, after a little reflection: "Ay! ay! It's bonnie, an' verra true.

And, puir man! it was waur for him nor for me and Milton; for it was a' his ain wyte; and it was no to be expecket he cud be sae quaiet as anither.

But he had no richt to queston the ways o' the Maker.