It is not always, even where there is no mistake as to the person who has deserved it, that the reward reaches the doer so directly.
Before the day was over, Donal gave his helper more and other pay for his service.

Choosing a fit time, when the cattle were well together and in good position, Hornie away at the stone dyke, he took from his pocket a somewhat wasted volume of ballads--ballants, he called them--and said, "Sit ye doon, cratur.

Never min' the nowt.

I'm gaein' to read till ye." Gibbie dropped on his crossed legs like a lark to the ground, and sat motionless.

Donal, after deliberate search, began to read, and Gibbie to listen; and it would be hard to determine which found the more pleasure in his part.