What do ye want ?" "I jist cam' to see whether _ye_ war in want o' onything, Thamas." "I'm in want o' naething.

Gude nicht to ye." "But, railly, Thamas," expostulated the weaver, emboldened by his own kindness--"ye'll excuse me, but ye hae nae business to gang doon on yer knees wi' yer leg in sic a weyk condeetion." "I winna excuse ye, Jeames.

What ken ye aboot my leg?
And what's the use o' knees, but to gang doon upo'?
Gang hame, and gang doon upo' yer ain, Jeames; and dinna disturb ither fowk that ken what theirs was made for." Thus admonished, the weaver dared not linger.

As he turned to shut the door, he wished the mason good night, but received no answer.

Thomas had sunk forward upon the chair, and had already drawn his plaid over his head.
But the secret place of the Most High will not be entered after this fashion; and Thomas felt that he was shut out.