He seemed waiting, like his father for the Book, while his mother got it from the top of the wall.

He stepped over the threshold, and in the simplicity of his heart, said:-- "Ye'll be gaein' to hae worship!" "Na, na!" returned the man, raising his head, and taking a brief, hard stare at his visitor; "we dinna set up for prayin' fowk i' this hoose.
We ley that to them 'at kens what they hae to be thankfu' for." "I made a mistak," said Donal.

"I thoucht ye micht hae been gaein' to say gude mornin' to yer makker, an' wad hae likit to j'in wi' ye; for I kenna what I haena to be thankfu' for.

Guid day to ye." "Ye can bide an' tak yer parritch gien ye like." "Ow, na, I thank ye.

Ye micht think I cam for the parritch, an' no for the prayers.