Then there would be a parley, which would end in the Rabbi capitulating and rewarding the children with peppermints, whereupon they would see him fairly off again and go on their way--often looking back to see that he was safe, and somehow loving him all the more for his strange ways.

So much indeed was the Rabbi beloved that a Pitscowrie laddie, who described Saunderson freely as a "daftie" to Mains' grandson, did not see clearly for a week, and never recovered his lost front tooth.
"That," remarked young Mains, "'ll learn Pitscowrie tae set up impidence aboot the minister." "There is no doubt, that I snuffed--it was at Claypots steading--but there was no wind that I should turn.

This is very remarkable, John, and.

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