Ay, ye'll laugh, but I think, mebbe juist because I was his mother, 'at though Joey never lived to preach in a kirk, he's preached frae 'Thou God seest me' to me.

I dinna ken 'at I would ever hae been sae sure o' that if it hadna been for him, an' so I think I see 'im sailin' doon to the pulpit juist as he said he would do.

I seen him gien me the look he spoke o'-- ay, he looks my wy first, an' I ken it's him.

Naebody sees him but me, but I see him gien me the look he promised.

He's so terrible near me, an' him dead, 'at wen my time comes I'll be rale willin' to go.