Here sat Whinny Webster, so called because, having an inexplicable passion against them, he devoted his life to the extermination of whins.

Whinny for years ate peppermint lozenges with impunity in his back seat, safe in the certainty that the minister, however much he might try, could not possibly see him.

But his day came.

One afternoon the kirk smelt of peppermints, and Mr.Dishart could rebuke no one, for the defaulter was not in sight.

Whinny's cheek was working up and down in quiet enjoyment of its lozenge, when he started, noticing that the preaching had stopped.