Am I like a minister's wife, to address mothers' meetings and write out sermons?
By the way, is there a kirk at Drumtochty, or will you read prayers to Janet and Donald and me ?" "When I was a lad there was just one minister in Drumtochty, Mr.
Davidson, a splendid specimen of the old school, who, on great occasions, wore gaiters and a frill with a diamond in the centre; he carried a gold-headed stick, and took snuff out of a presentation box.
"His son Sandie was my age to a year, and many a ploy we had together; there was the jackdaw's nest in the ivy on the old tower we harried together," and the General could only indicate the delightful risk of the exploit.

"My father and the minister were pacing the avenue at the time, and caught sight of us against the sky.

'It's your rascal and mine, Laird,' we heard the minister say, and they waited till we got down, and then each did his duty by his own for trying to break his neck; but they were secretly proud of the exploit, for I caught my father showing old Lord Kilspindie the spot, and next time Hay was up he tried to reach the place, and stuck where the wall hangs over.

I 'll point out the hole this evening; you can see it from the other side of the den quite plain." [Illustration: "Many a ploy we had together."] "Sandie went to the church--I wish every parson were as straight--and Kilspindie appointed him to succeed the old gentleman, and when I saw him in his study last month, it seemed as if his father stood before you, except the breeches and the frill; but Sandie has a marvellous stock--what havers I 'm deivin' you with, lassie." "Tell me about Sandie this minute--did he remember the raiding of the jack-daws ?" "He did," cried the General, in great spirits; "he just looked at me for an instant--no one knew of my visit--and then he gripped my hands, and do you know, Kit, he was.

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