Weel, when he was a probationer he was michty poor, an' one day he was walkin' into Thrums frae Glen Quharity, an' he tak's a rest at a little housey on the road.

The fowk didna ken him ava, but they saw he was a minister, an' the lassie was sorry to see him wi' sic an auld hat.
What think ye she did ?" "Come away, father," said Leeby, re-entering the parlour; but Hendry was now in full pursuit of his story.
"I'll tell ye what she did," he continued.

"She juist took his hat awa, an' put her father's new ane in its place, an' Mr.Pennycuick never kent the differ till he landed in Thrums.

It was terrible kind o' her.

Ay, but the old man would be in a michty rage when he found she had swappit the hats." "Come away," said Leeby, still politely, though she was burning to tell her mother how Hendry had disgraced them.
"The minister," said Hendry, turning his back on Leeby, "didna forget the lassie.