Only comena near me, for I canna bide ye' .-- But aboot thae shune o' yours, I dinna weel ken! They're weel eneuch worth duin' the best I can for them; but the morn's Sunday, an' what hae ye to put on ?" "Naething--till my kist comes; an' that, I doobt, winna be afore Monday, or maybe the day efter." "An' ye winna be able to gang to the kirk!" "I'm no partic'lar aboot gaein' to the kirk; but gien I wantit to gang, or gien I thoucht I was b'un' to gang, think ye I wad bide at hame 'cause I hadna shune to gang in! Wad I fancy the Lord affrontit wi' the bare feet he made himsel'!" The cobbler caught up the worst shoe and began upon it at once.
"Ye s' hae't, sir," he said, "gien I sit a' nicht at it! The ane 'll du till Monday.

Ye s' hae't afore kirk-time, but ye maun come intil the hoose to get it, for the fowk wud be scunnert to see me workin' upo' the Sabbath-day.

They dinna un'erstan' 'at the Maister works Sunday an' Setterday--an' his Father as weel!" "Ye dinna think, than, there's onything wrang in men'in' a pair o' shune on the Sabbath-day ?" "Wrang!--in obeyin' my Maister, whase is the day, as weel's a' the days?
They wad fain tak it frae the Son o' Man, wha's the lord o' 't, but they canna!" He looked up over the old shoe with eyes that flashed.
"But then--excuse me," said Donal, "-- why shouldna ye haud yer face til 't, an' work openly, i' the name o' God ?" "We're telt naither to du oor gude warks afore men to be seen o' them, nor yet to cast oor pearls afore swine.

I coont cobblin' your shoes, sir, a far better wark nor gaein' to the kirk, an' I wadna hae't seen o' men.

Gien I war warkin' for poverty, it wad be anither thing." This last Donal did not understand, but learned afterwards what the cobbler meant: the day being for rest, the next duty to helping another was to rest himself.